#by zav

[jsxjmn]

can someone teach me how to play valorant? 😔😔😔

[yangzf1zz]

PAINTYANG GUYZ OEOAGZVEVE PLEAZE I LOVE PAINTYANG OHMGHHDOD LEAVE ME ALONE.

[themultiversevastudio]

My Cards

I am planning to make a set of cards pf a server I am in.

[jdsquared]

How do we celebrate a Nazir siyum?!

[the-raven-of-highever]

Pretty elf boy

[lonelier-version-of-you]

I miss the Donna/Zav relationship. :(

[protagcnists]

saltburn prompts — accepting

@mastermicd: ❛ you can’t ignore me forever. ❜ zav shah + nathaniel plimpton

"can't ignore you?" zav manages to repeat back. impressive for someone whose jaw has been hanging open for the better part of an hour.

"oh, i am in the business of ignoring. i have a god damn mba with a concentration in ignoring people like you, mate. in fact, i've had such incredible fun ignoring you today, that i've decided to do it all over again tomorrow. and the next day. and the next day. and every day so on and so forth until one of us finally succumbs to death's sweet release. or until some loon with a billion dollars and a desperate desire to fill the black hole in their chest finally cracks time travel, allowing me to go back and convince a past version of myself what a blisteringly awful, ass-biting kind of idea it would be to throw any business your way."

[yumtooki]

i’m zavie…

-z

OH EM GEEE ATE ZAVIE DHHEJSBDH

[redwolf]

ZAV Architects designed Man and The House in Damavand, Iran -- via ArchDaily

[dlyarchitecture]

[jsxjmn]

i hope my mutuals here talk to me, cuz i need friends 😭

[whoopsyeahokay]

October Sun

summary: you and Wally had finally had a chance to talk, reviewed the information at your disposal, which, by then, had included the text you'd received from Xavier. Even with everything you'd been taught, had researched, had a profound knowledge of, things still hadn't made sense. Had Mr. Anderson really been the Big Bad of your Nancy Drew story? Or had something darker been afoot?

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: eventual smutty smut smut. and mad spoilers. and obvious Canon divergence. very involved, very dense plot.

bon reading, frens

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OCTOBER SUN pt.13

"—and then this morning, Zav texted—"

"Who?"

"Xavier? Maddie's boyfriend?"

Recognition dawned, "Oh, yeah. I know him," spoken with a sour inflection.

"Yeah, him. He's like my brother from another mother." One who'd flounced out of Xavier's life in 8th Grade and had taken half the family assets with her to Milwaukee.

"Anyway," You resumed your summary of events, "He sent me this." Leaning forward, you showed Wally the picture of Maddie's ticket on your phone. "They found it in the woods not too far from here."

After yesterday's series of unfortunate interruptions, you and Wally had ensconced yourselves halfway up the rows of spectator seats in the stadium. Apart from a groundskeeper on the field and a maintenance worker floating about the upmost level of the grandstand, you were blissfully alone.

You sat sideways, Wally's varsity jacket balled up and shoved behind your back so the armrest wouldn't dig into your spine (his idea). Your knees were bent over the armrest that divided your seat and Wally's, socked feet on his lap, lounging as comfortably as was possible in your position.

Wally, meanwhile, held your ankle, thumb occasionally stroking under the hem of your jeans, and had his legs splayed wide to accommodate their length in such a tight space. Arm stretched across the backs of your seats, fingers of his other hand absentmindedly lifting and placing strands of your hair at the back of your head.

It was nice. Casual.

You and Wally were totally and utterly attuned as if sharing space was a regular occurrence. As if he'd always been part of your story, alongside Xavier and Hana and Lucas, trading easy touches and unfiltered thoughts the way people did when they'd known each other since baby teeth.

It was the connection, of course. A tequila glow under the skin that removed the awkwardness of getting to know someone new and replaced it with the opinion that everyone was ohana.

Once again, you'd spent the night with your nose in the gutter of every book you'd thought could be relevant, and not one had had the insinuation of an answer. If you'd been allowed to ask Nanna, you knew she'd say something ridiculous about soulmates, or twin flames or some other buzzword for 'meant to be'.

She was a diehard romantic like that, despite having suffered the loss of Grandpa Jack mere days after your uncle Andrew was born. She'd never remarried. Never dated. Was content to wait until her body expired and she reunited with Grandpa Jack in the afterlife.

It wasn't fair that Nanna couldn't Travel. That she couldn't see ghosts like you and your mother and Ginny. That the family rule prevented you from speaking to Grandpa Jack so you could relay his messages to Nanna.

In the absence of the swarms and storms and squalls you'd been threatened with if you ever spoke to the dead, you were beginning to hate that rule.

Wally pinched the top knot of your spine, lips swept into a roguish grin. "Lost you for a second there, pretty girl."

Deep brown eyes roamed your face for signs of where your mind had drifted. Having Wally's full attention made your heart beat a little faster, your stomach squirm, your breath catch. It brought with it a sense of empowerment; Wally, former star athlete and school hero, looking at you like you'd hung the moon.

"Uhm~." Eloquent.

Wally chuckled, breezy, and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. "I feel it, too." He admitted, catching his lip between straight, white teeth and glancing away with a blush. "It's not as crazy as it was yesterday, though."

"True." You said, "But it's still pretty intense. It's like taking one shot. You aren't quite tipsy, you're just vibing and it's—"

"Nice." Wally cut in, sloping a few inches forward.

Heat rose in your cheeks and you knew your eyes had gone honey-soft and dreamy under Wally's gaze. "Yeah. It is."

You gave yourself a moment to take in the feeling—sit with it, and accept it—before you decided it was time to get back to business.

"Alright," Wally crooked his arm at the elbow and propped his head on his fist, "Things we know so far: Mr. Anderson paid Maddie off."

"Check."

"But he's paranoid, so he decides to tie up loose ends and remove Maddie from the equation."

"Check."

"He lures her to the boiler room, attacks her, manages to hurt her enough to get blood on the walls, and then..." Wally's voice and expression turned dubious, "Maddie runs?"

You quickly picked up where Wally left off, "She heads through the woods where she drops her ticket, and then she makes it to the service road."

"Where Mr. A finds her—"

"Drugs her into a coma." You and Wally said together before he continued alone.

"—and then he brings her back here?"

You tried not to sound too hopeful when you asked, "How do you know he brought her back here? Did Maddie tell you?"

Wally had mentioned that Maddie couldn't remember anything about what had happened to her last Friday, but if she'd started to get her memory back, maybe this whole thing would be wrapped up before the weekend. Simon would have his best friend back, Xavier wouldn't be looked at like the school pariah anymore, and you and Wally could...

Focus on each other? Mathilda's face smirked at you in your mind.

Or something, You snapped back as you pictured yourself using a chalkboard eraser to erase Mathilda's image from the inside of your skull.

"Nah, babe," Wally said, "She still can't remember anything. At least, not that she's told me. But it doesn't matter because she's haunting the school, right?"

You peered at Wally who looked so eager to be helpful, and tried to fit the puzzle pieces together. Unfortunately, the pieces you had were turning into blobs of color without a picture for reference.

"Well, I mean, it could mean something," You supposed, willing to approach the theory from a new angle. "But she also could've followed him back here without realizing she wasn't in her body."

Wally's hand slipped up from your ankle to your calf where he began to massage the muscle, almost sympathetically. Like he was about to say something offensive and wanted you to be calm when you received it.

With mild suspicion, you listened to what he had to say, though by the end, you couldn't conceal your shock.

"I don't know what you read about ghosts, baby, but we can't move around like that. We haunt where we die. If Maddie's ghost is in the school, it's because that's where she left her body."

Internally, the blue screen of death crashed down as a bullhorn shrieked fatal system error.

Wrong Wrong Wrong.

Grandpa Jack had died in New York and you'd seen him plenty of times in Wisconsin. Hell, you'd seen American ghosts in the UK when you'd visited your dad. American ghosts who'd died on American soil. The books in your family's library verified that ghosts were at liberty to go wherever they pleased, having earned the right after they were relieved from the 'burden of living' (as one rather staunchly Catholic author had written).

And then you remembered, "You mean more trapped than the rest of us?" Wally had said yesterday.

Jack-knifing into an upright position, you gasped, "You're stuck here?!"

Slowly, as if scared to animate you further, Wally said, "Yeah. Whenever we step off school property, we end up back where we died." He glanced at the field warily. "It sucks."

"Wally," You breathed in and out deeply, heart hammering for a reason that had nothing to do with Wally's closeness, "That's not normal."

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PART TWELVE - PART FOURTEEN

also available on AO3!

MASTERLIST

[delicatuscii-wasbella102]

"Iran’s Hormuz Island, Majara, by Zav Architects built by local workers using the Superadobe construction technology, plaster, sand soil, and minimal concrete and steel to reduce the project’s environmental impact. Photography by Soroush Majidi."

[ardentsong]

Tabletop Adventuring!

From Left to Right: Duman (commissioned by zav) playing the ginger mink bicolor fighter, Maple (my new friend) acting as Game Master, Cupcake (commissioned by kaf) playing the grey tabby thief/fighter, Burnt Toast Jr (mine, tiny bean) who is trying to play with the dice, Skittles (belongs to Cupcake, tail noodle) who has been assigned to keep the bean from messing with the dice rolls, and Pepper (my precious Pepper) who is playing the orange tabby archer. Duman has just rolled two successes on the pink (heroic) dice to attack the Green Woodland Viper. Pepper's character will be going next, and plans to shoot the Leaf Mite. All of this is made as 3D fanart for a lovely little pet game over at pixelcatsend.com where you can have a little village of pixel art cats and give them clothes and jobs have families and take them on adventures.

Pixel Cat's End is currently in closed beta, so you can't just sign up any time. However, the next opening will be tomorrow (as of this posting), from Fri June 23rd 2023 to Sun June 25th 2023. The next opportunity may not be for a few months, so I'm sorry if you're seeing this later. But if you are seeing this now... my now... and you think that picking what color socks to put on your grey tabby thief/fighter sounds like a nice diversion, here you go:

[powertaco]

Happy Cinco de Mayo

AKA Maria Calavera Appreciation Day. Happy day best girl, it's not your Bday, but I love you anyway.

Art by @sparrowhawk-station @it-me-butts @amelia-yap @galdsy @breadworth @zav-artist @fillmargarin

[lonelier-version-of-you]

Today marks 5 years since Zav’s first appearance. :(

I still miss him so much, even after all this time. He was one of the last characters Holby introduced who got proper character development (and it helps that Marcus Griffiths is a fantastic actor too), writing him out the way they did was such a waste of a great character.