#zsakuva pickle

[lil-binuu]

Pickle meeting Pet for the first time.

“so you’re a vampire?”

“yup.”

“and other types of supernaturals exist?”

“yupp”

“do unicorns exist?”

“…”

“what are you fucking five?”

[zsakuva]

HII so I was think IF isaac would have kids whould the kids have his last name or the pickles last name, and if they (the kids) would go to Public school or a private school or and be home school like he was, ANYWAYS take care of yourself and don't push yourself too hard <3

It depends on the consensus of both Isaac and Pickle. They could have his surname, or a double-barrel surname, or Pickle's.

Isaac would likely prefer them being home-schooled, but he would consider a private school as well.

[ryn-halo26]

Nothing to see here~

Kana exhibiting orange cat behavior

[peppymintdreams]

pickle has a panic attack and isaac helps them (please)

Mhm I gotchu

Panik….Kalm….PANIK

Isaac Rhoades x Pickle

Isaac helps Pickle through a panic attack with his calm and steady presence, guiding them with his serious yet caring nature until they feel safe and grounded again.

It happened suddenly, out of nowhere. One moment, Pickle was sitting at the kitchen table, staring absently at the mess of paperwork scattered before them, and the next, their breath hitched, shallow and rapid, like they couldn’t quite get enough air. They pressed their hands to their chest, trying to calm the storm rising inside, but nothing was working.

Isaac had been in the other room, focused on a phone call, when he heard the first telltale signs of distress—a sharp intake of breath, the sound of paper crumpling. He paused mid-conversation, his senses on high alert.

“Hold on,” he muttered into the phone before quickly hanging up.

Stepping into the kitchen, he saw Pickle’s hunched figure, their hands gripping the table’s edge as if trying to anchor themselves. Their chest was rising and falling too quickly, eyes wide and unfocused.

Isaac’s expression tightened, but he remained calm, his usual stern demeanor softening slightly as he approached. He knew that panic attacks could be all-consuming, and right now, Pickle was trapped in their own mind, spiraling.

He crouched down in front of them, making sure his movements were slow and deliberate, not wanting to startle them further.

"Pickle," he said, his voice firm but gentle, cutting through the chaos. "Hey, look at me."

Pickle’s eyes darted to him, but they were clouded with panic, their breath still coming in quick, ragged bursts. Isaac knew he had to act fast, but without overwhelming them.

"You're having a panic attack," Isaac said, his voice calm and steady, as if he was stating a simple fact. "You're okay. You're safe."

Pickle’s hands trembled as they clenched and unclenched, their breath still uneven. Isaac reached out, his hand hovering just above their knee, not touching yet but letting them know he was there.

“Focus on my voice,” Isaac instructed, his tone unwavering. “Breathe with me. In through your nose, slowly.”

Pickle struggled, their chest tightening even more as they tried to follow his instructions. But Isaac didn’t rush them; he just sat there, his presence grounding, his gaze steady.

“In through your nose,” he repeated softly. “Hold for three seconds. Then out through your mouth.”

He began breathing with them, slow and deliberate, showing them how to do it rather than just telling them. Isaac was always serious, always focused on finding solutions, and right now, his calmness was exactly what Pickle needed.

Pickle tried again, shaky at first, but this time they managed to slow their breath just a fraction. Isaac watched closely, his hand finally resting gently on their knee, offering that physical connection they often found comfort in.

“Good,” Isaac murmured, his voice still steady but softer now. “You’re doing great. Just keep going, one breath at a time.”

Pickle’s hands still shook, and their eyes were glossy with unshed tears, but they followed his lead, mimicking his breaths, finding a rhythm. Isaac stayed close, his hand a constant, reassuring pressure on their leg, his gaze never leaving theirs.

“Focus on the present,” Isaac continued, his voice low and soothing. “You’re not alone. I’m right here.”

Pickle’s breathing gradually slowed, the tension in their chest easing bit by bit, though their heart still pounded. Isaac’s voice remained a lifeline, anchoring them as they navigated their way out of the storm.

After several minutes, the panic subsided enough for Pickle to slump forward, exhaustion setting in. Isaac was there in an instant, guiding them gently down from the chair so they could sit on the floor, their back against the kitchen cabinets. He sat beside them, close but not crowding them.

They sat in silence for a moment, the aftermath of the panic attack leaving Pickle drained. Isaac leaned back against the cabinets, still keeping his hand on Pickle’s knee, grounding them in the present.

“I’m sorry,” Pickle whispered, their voice weak, almost embarrassed.

Isaac shook his head, his gaze softening just a bit as he looked at them. “Don’t be,” he said simply. “There’s nothing to apologize for.”

Pickle let out a shaky breath, still feeling the echoes of panic but knowing that it had passed, at least for now. Isaac had helped them pull through, his calmness like a lifeline when they had felt like they were drowning.

“I didn’t mean to worry you,” Pickle murmured, glancing at Isaac with tired eyes.

“You didn’t,” Isaac replied, his voice matter-of-fact. “But even if you had, it’s my job to worry about you.”

That was Isaac—straightforward, serious, but always there when it mattered. Pickle leaned their head against the cabinet, feeling the tension begin to melt away. Isaac didn’t need to say much, didn’t fill the space with unnecessary words. His presence was enough, solid and dependable, like a steady hand in the dark.

“I’ve got you,” Isaac said quietly, his thumb brushing lightly against Pickle’s knee in a rare gesture of comfort. “Whenever you need me, I’m here.”

Pickle gave a small nod, feeling the weight of those words sink in. They weren’t alone in this not with Isaac beside them, steady as ever.

And for now, that was enough.

[soscarlett1twas]

Dragonrider!Elias who is taking up the mantle of his parents, the two wardens of the dragonriders. His mother was the first to form a connection with the creatures - which were previously thought to be chaotic and completely unreasonable - and his father the second. He spends his days watching over ocean waters or townships, there to serve the people who depend on the dragons for safety, and spends his nights in the sky, flying as close to the stars as he can, on the back of a beast born of them.

Dryad!Isaac who was made from nature but prefers to spend his days in a human form, though watching over the tree which his roots are tied to. After all, he is technically a hamadryad, and after seeing what happened to his mother... he refuses to go the same. Local legends tell of how those woods are haunted, and if you dare to step foot in them, he is always watching. Waiting. But there was a dragonrider who dared to enter once before, and while they were never seen from again, it is said flowers now bloom even in rotting trunks, a sign of a dryad's happiness.

Paladin!Andrew who too once braved these woods. But even if he reasoned with the dryad (or maybe there was a deeper connection), he had to leave, sworn under oath to his religion. But how faithful is he truly? After the woods, his fellow knights have felt his wavering, magic once foreign to him becoming clearer in the light of dappled forests. He tries to reason with himself, but the only thing keeping him truly tied to the faith is his Patriarch, the highest rank a religious official can have in his order - who also happens to be his brother.

Eldritch!Luca who looks and acts and talks just like a normal man, but there's something off. He lurks in dark corners of the world and is known by many names... are we sure 'Luca' is his real one? Creatures are drawn to him, yet even the dragons seem wary...

[jasminepicksflowers]

Snow

❄︎pickles sees snow for the first time❄︎

“Ah, Isaac!” She said excitedly as she saw sparkling white dots falling from the cloudy sky. “Look! Snow!” She turned her head excitedly facing him. “I’ve never seen snow before. Ugh, this is so exciting!” She clasped her hands together admiring the snow.

“You’ve never seen snow before?” He asked softly, snaking a hand around her waist and pulling her closer to his chest. She quickly shook her head before turning to him. “Can we please go outside? Please?” Her eyes turned into soft doe eyes as she begged him.

He smiled softly. “Get your coat, sweetheart.” Her eyes lit up with excitement as she hurriedly took her coat from the hanger putting it on. She ran to the door that leads to the backyard. Stopping in her tracks, she looked down at her feet.

“My shoes!” She ran, tripping over her own two feet, but catching herself before falling. Isaac chuckled as he saw how excited snow made her. He turned his head, looking at the backyard, imagining a life for them and their kids. “Tadaa!” She says trotting down the stairs with her shoes on, twirling once she got down the stairs.

“C’mon let’s go!” She excitedly exclaimed as she ran towards the backyard door opening wide. Isaac followed behind, a soft smile plastered on his face. “C’mon Isaac!” She laughed as he played in the snow. He walked outside with his coat on and shoes, as he just had returned from a meeting.

As Isaac turned to close the door behind them, he felt a sudden cold sensation on his back. He turned around in an instant as he saw her falling to the snow-covered ground laughing. Grabbing some snow, Isaac gently threw some snow onto her back as she shielded herself from the oncoming snowball. She laughed as she felt it hitting her back. Isaac walked up to her as she turned, laying on her back to face him laughing.

He bends down grabbing her waist helping her up. She wraps her arms around his neck as she looks lovingly into his eyes. His gaze softens as they make eye contact. She smiles and pulls him in for a deep loving kiss as his hands snake around her waist pulling her closer to his chest.

He soon pulled away from the kiss, carrying her in his arms and he spins them both around. The sound of laughter and longing fills the air as the sparkly snowflakes fall on them.

[chilliesillie]

i present to you

Pickled Isaac and Pickled Pickle

@xzhdjsj

[ramenwaitr3ss]

More character/ listener headcannons!!!(Zsakuva, Yuurivoice, and Desmond ASMR edition^^)

ZsakuVA^^

My Darling and my Barista (Elias’ listener) personally knew and dated back in high school^^

Pickle ad Issac do the thing where they slowly hold hands while sitting or working together.

Perfect(Kaysons listener) has a photo of them and Kayson as a photo in their room.

Elias used to skate.

Love knows how to use more then just a knife as a weapon😭

Yuurivoice^^

Sugarboo constantly likes touching or holding one of the boys as a comfort thing.

Casper is 1 year older then Charlie.

Rookie leaves notes for Auron with a granola bar or water, or sometimes coffee.

Sunflower has a pet spider. And I will die on that hill.

Angel likes to crawl on Lucien’s shoulders, and play with his horns randomly.

Desmond ASMR

Baroness wears jewels constantly, and anytime when she looses them Castin will IMMEDIATELY without fail just buy her new ones rather then try and find it.

Rhett and the queen dance with each other in their courtyard on special occasions.

Cupcake had a pet rat, that died due to getting into chemical(she cried for days).

It’s already stated that VP tends to copy women who are wealthy so I imagine that she sometimes has outfits that parallel or are based on the Baroness’ outfits.

Tigeress can drink like a mf(since she’s a pirate duh) and has won each and every drinking game she has participated in.

[lil-binuu]

ZSAKUVA CAT MEMES!! yes half are elias shush

pet trying to nom on asirel

isaac kidnapping pickle because his house is dusty (he’s a nonchalant king)

barista trying to remind elias that there are cameras

elias and barista trying to hide from cameras

how i imagine the meeting with the execs to have been like

pet whenever someone threatens asirel

what james thinks barista was doing at brewhouse (flirting with elias)

predicting elias next episode

barista after crumpets picked the bad path

every character to saku after he gave them trauma

THANK YOU FOR LISTENING TO MY PRESENTATION 🙇‍♀️

[hinasxvii]

help this is so cute and silly 😭💞

Just pickle trying to get home and pet following them and being creepy (love them tho)

(I had that scenario for a while in which while Asirel and Isaac have a meeting, pet is just looking around and accidentally sees pickle coming from somewhere and just decides to follow them)

[zsakuva]

Does Isaac listen to music while working or does he prefer silence

Do you also think Isaac would start humming/singing/vibing along to trendy pop songs he'd hear Pickle sing while doing their chores😔I can just imagine the guy softly singing Espresso in passing😭

Isaac prefers silence.

I don't think so, no.

[ryn-halo26]

Just like you

Pickle and Barista seem very similar, don't they?

[peppymintdreams]

Until I’m Home Again

Isaac Rhoades x Pickle

The house felt different when Isaac wasn’t there. It wasn’t cold exactly, but the warmth that usually lingered seemed muted, like the spaces he filled so naturally were holding their breath until his return. Pickle had been alone for three days now, their only company the occasional sounds of the wind brushing against the windows and the hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen.

They tried to keep themselves busy—organizing books, binge-watching shows, even attempting to bake, which ended in a flour-coated disaster. But no matter what they did, the emptiness in the house was a reminder of Isaac’s absence.

Late in the afternoon on the third day, as Pickle sat curled up on the couch, there was a soft knock at the door. Surprised, they padded over and opened it to find no one there—only a small envelope resting on the welcome mat.

Their name was written on the front in Isaac’s familiar handwriting, the ink bold and deliberate. A flutter of warmth spread through their chest as they picked it up and closed the door behind them. Settling onto the couch, they carefully opened the envelope, revealing a letter written on crisp, cream-colored paper.

My Dearest Pickle,

Even as I write this, I find myself warring with language, as no combination of words could ever truly convey the depth of my affection for you. But in this moment, as I sit miles away from the warmth of your presence, I am compelled to try.

The days apart have been arduous, the hours stretching endlessly like a symphony of silence that crescendos with every beat of my heart. The air around me feels barren without the melody of your laughter, the rhythm of your voice—a symphony I carry in the quiet chambers of my mind to keep me sane.

My love, you are the ink that stains the pages of my life, every stroke imbued with your beauty, your kindness, your essence. You are the light that fractures the mundane, casting brilliance on all that surrounds you, transforming the ordinary into the extraordinary with the simple act of your being.

I miss the way your eyes hold galaxies, the way they glimmer with secrets only the stars could rival. I miss the curve of your smile, that gentle arc that carries more solace and joy than all the treasures this earth could ever hold. I ache for the touch of your hand, the one place in the world where I feel entirely at peace.

If love could take form, it would be the moments I spend with you—the way time bends and folds when you are near, the universe shrinking until it holds only us. You are my refuge, my sanctuary, the place where I have found not just a home but a purpose.

Though the distance between us may stretch, my devotion to you is infinite, enduring beyond the bounds of time or place. Every breath I take is a promise to return to you, every heartbeat a vow that I am yours, now and forever.

When the loneliness stirs, when the silence whispers doubts, hold fast to this truth: I am with you in every way that matters. You live in my thoughts, in my dreams, in the marrow of my soul. I long for the moment I can once again envelop you in my arms, when the void will be filled and the world will make sense again.

Until that moment, know this: You are the very fabric of my existence, the song that lingers on my lips, the dream from which I never wish to wake. I adore you with every fiber of my being, and I will make my way back to you as swiftly as the stars guide me home.

Eternally yours,

Isaac Rhoades

Pickle’s hands trembled as they set the letter down on their lap, tears stinging their eyes. Isaac always had a way with words, a way of making them feel cherished even when he wasn’t there to say it aloud.

They pressed the letter to their chest, closing their eyes as a tear slipped down their cheek. The loneliness they’d been feeling was still there, but it was softer now, wrapped in the love and reassurance Isaac’s words brought.

They knew he’d be home soon, just as he promised. And when he returned, they’d show him just how much his words had meant to them—just how much he meant to them.

Isaac's words shimmered on the page, his unmistakable eloquence wrapping around Pickle like a gentle embrace. The letter felt as though it carried more than ink—it carried his very soul, his love etched into every line.

For now, they curled up on the couch, the letter still in hand, and let the love it carried keep them warm until Isaac came back to do it himself.

[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 ‼️😽

[zsakuva]

would there ever be a circumstance where pet and pickle meet? if so would they get along well?

It's possible but doubtful.

If they did meet, it's likely Pet would see Pickle as someone to scare and tease.

[peppymintdreams]

Hello! Could you write about how Isaac felt before receiving Pickles' answer about staying with him?

Thinking

Isaac Rhoades x Pickle

It’s exactly what the request and the title says I don’t know I was just to lazy to describe this it’s late yall

Isaac had never been the type to feel uncertain. He thrived on control—whether it was over a case, his own life, or the feelings he kept tightly locked away. But the moment he asked Pickle if they would stay with him, the familiar grip of control started to slip, and for the first time in a long while, he felt vulnerable.

He hadn't expected to feel this way. Isaac had always believed he could manage the consequences of his choices with logic and precision. Pickle, however, was different. They were unpredictable, like a storm that came and went, leaving him unbalanced. It wasn’t just about offering them a place in his home; it was about giving them a part of himself—one that wasn’t built on calculated decisions but on raw, unfiltered emotion.

While waiting for their answer, Isaac couldn't help but analyze every possible outcome. He could rationalize why they might refuse—his lifestyle wasn’t exactly easy, and there were days where he was more absent than present. But even those excuses felt hollow. The possibility of rejection gnawed at him in a way that surprised him. It wasn’t fear, exactly, but something close to it—an anxiety he couldn’t shake.

What if they said no?

Isaac felt his throat tighten at the thought. He had spent years building walls around himself, carefully keeping attachments at bay. But with Pickle, those defenses had slowly started to crumble. He didn’t just want them around; he needed them there, to anchor him in a world that was too often cold and detached.

For once, Isaac found himself waiting, truly waiting—no plans, no fallback, no certainty. Just the hope that Pickle would see through his guarded exterior and understand that this offer, this request, meant far more than he could ever put into words.