#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

[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]

[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.

[jsxjmn]

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

[whoopsyeahokay]

October Sun

summary: Xavier had been acting cagey for weeks, a fact you hadn't had the heart to address since Maddie's disappearance. but with his dubious return to school and how he loitered in the periphery of Nicole and Simon's orbit, you thought it was about time to get answers. too bad one pale, cow-eyed jock had other plans.

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.4

Xavier knew that whatever oddness you displayed, it was done with intention.

Sticking wads of gum in your hair at recess? Hana's brother had shaved a strip off the top of Hana's head in 5th grade and you'd needed to give your mom a reason. Giving Xavier's dad a casserole in a pan he'd have to return? He and Xavier hadn't had a homecooked meal since Xavier's mom went to visit her sister in 8th grade. Now every other Wednesday was circled on the calendar in Xavier's kitchen, Family Dinner scrawled in red sharpie.

So, whatever had possessed you into your uncharacteristic choice of outfit, Xavier knew there was a reason.

"Don't." You warned as soon as you opened the door.

Xavier smirked, eyeing you as you climbed into the passenger side of his truck. Of your friends, Mathilda was the one who layered herself in dark colors; a walking shadow with sass and a violent streak. You, on the other hand, tended toward a more eclectic wardrobe and never reached for black on black, especially since...

Well. Since.

Xavier recognized your leather jacket, the lapels boasting a collection of button pins and silver studs, and band patches stitched into the sleeves. An accessorized exhibition of your taste in music and social commentary.

The jacket made sense.

What didn't was what was undoubtedly your uncle's Black Sabbath hoodie paired with black skinny jeans tucked into pointed-toe, matte black booties, the small heels on which had click-clacked down the walkway from your front door to the truck.

"Your mom's?" Xavier guessed, referring to the jeans and booties.

"Shush."

"No, no, no," Xavier said mildly, pulling into the road, "I happen to think you make it work. It's giving—" He swept the air in front of him dramatically with one hand, setting the scene, "—Crime in the Dead of Night."

You shoved your backpack into the footwell and buckled your seatbelt before leveling him with a glare. Well, maybe. He couldn't really tell through the enormous sunglasses you'd chosen to complement your peculiar ensemble, but your lips were pursed in that way they got when you were grumpy about something.

"Shut up, Zav."

"No really," Xavier insisted, "Incognito Chic. Doesn't look like you're hiding something at all."

You smacked him on the shoulder, unable to suppress a lighthearted chuckle. "No questions asked." You said, invoking a years-old promise you'd made in the aftermath of what had happened to you that third week of 7th grade.

It was an appeal for support without having to reveal things that didn't make sense yet. Perhaps never would. Just unconditional thereness from someone you trusted to have your back.

A knot curled in Xavier's gut. His grip tightened on the steering wheel for a short second before he managed to tamp back the haunting feelings to the darkest corner of his brain.

He'd taken advantage of that pact in recent weeks. Had asked you a few times to cover for him if Maddie asked after him; even had you send texts about band practice on random days when the schedule hadn't changed since last fall. Every Saturday in Lucas and Hana's garage.

The whole thing with Claire made him feel rotted from the inside out. He could only vaguely remember how it'd started. A dumb decision made at 3am on a Tuesday, swaying from too many hits of his vape and two shots of his dad's whiskey.

And you never questioned him. Not once. Just honored your end of the deal because you believed Xavier was your friend and wouldn't make you aid and abet his sleaze.

Fuck.

A few blocks from school, you reached across the bench seat and placed a hand on Xavier's forearm, tone warm, "You sure about this?" You asked, "Cause we could go to the mall. Or drive up to the lake." Meaning his dad's cabin. "Or into the city."

Xavier gave you a weak smile, "Sounds like you're looking for an excuse to skip." He couldn't blame you. Still, "I need to do this, kiddo. Not just because I don't want the fucking trolls to win, but because there is someone in there who knows what's going on."

"So...what? You're going to track down leads and find Maddie yourself?" You raised an eyebrow. Again, Xavier couldn't quite see it with how much of your face the sunglasses masked, but your forehead shifted in a way to suggest it.

"Hey, I'm open to ideas if you have any you'd like to share."

You sighed heavily, shook your head. "Nah, B, I got nothing. But if you need help, just let me know." You smiled, patted his shoulder, then bent forward to grab your backpack.

Pulling into an empty spot in the parking lot, Xavier wrestled with asking you for another favor. After all the deceit, he should take responsibility for his own shit, but he didn't have the mental fortitude to deal with Mathilda's—albeit well-meaning—stance against his choice to return to school.

She'd made a fuss in the group chat the night before, words all capitalized and stressed in bold, and Xavier wasn't looking forward to listening to the barrage he was sure she'd prepared for him. Hana, Lucas and Eli, Xavier could manage, even if they shared Mathilda's point of view. But Mathilda? Was a force of nature.

You'd just slid out of the truck, were about to shut the door, when Xavier swallowed and forced himself to ask, "Do you think you could run interference?"

You studied him for a moment, likely wondering if it was worth it to take the bullet on Xavier's behalf, and then, "Sure thing, I got you."

Xavier was profoundly grateful to count you as a friend—hell, after all you'd been through together—a sister.

He put every ounce of sincerity behind his words, "Thank you," and offered you a proper smile, all teeth and crinkled eyes. You responded with a smile of your own, bright and buoyant and a boon to the anxiety rending his confidence.

"I'll see you in there." You chirped, stepping back and giving a mock salute, "Good luck!"

Xavier sat in his truck until you disappeared into the school, waited for the door to shut behind you before he leaned over and opened the glovebox. His vape sat on top of a mess of empty takeout wrappers and vintage CDs—the latter a testament to how old his truck was.

He hovered, stock still, chewed the inside of his cheek as his lungs and brain yearned for a taste of sweet-cotton-numbness.

"You know, you don't have to lie to me." Maddie's disappointment was palpable, pressing under Xavier's skin like cold fingers.

"Okay, fine, I'm a total burnout who is skipping class to get high in his car. Congratulations, you got me." He nonchalantly responded.

Maddie smiled, cute, dimpled, and said, "For the record, you're the worst liar in the world."

Xavier's heart broke.

Abruptly, he smacked the glovebox closed and opened his door, hauling himself out of his truck in a blur of movement. He needed to get his ass in gear before he changed his mind and fucked up again.

Today, he was going to make damn sure he did better.

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PART THREE - PART FIVE

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

[quartxio]

DW: Starfall AU - Zavier sketch......... this is definitely not the same guy who tries to destroy you over a key

Zav is far more cunning and relaxed in Starfall, as Verdrok's gifted ability of reality bending lets him be able to do things that help him win fights in a matter of seconds. despite this, he never gets over his head, and plans meticulously

like Riffraff with Somniere, some parts of his body have been mutated by Verdrok, and as you can see his right hand has been changed - those eyes belong to Verdrok, and they watch the world through him

he runs a hidden organization, intent on overtaking DoodleCo, and has eyes everywhere in the company and across the cities, mostly DoodleCo employees swayed by the promise of cosmic power

Zavier speaks quite elegantly and smoothly, and has a way with words; it's no wonder many DoodleCo employees agreed to work with him even after knowing the consequences

the reason he got the most changes out of all the characters so far is because i wanted to see what Zav would be like if he was the opposite of how he is in canon, and i wanted a villain seeking order in control. i also removed his bandages to further reflect his intentions - to charm and to deceive with a kind smile, even as those vile eyes show clear contempt for the current state of the world

in the story, he acts as a constant roadblock and a building threat as he learns more and more about Rose, who only has so much time to stop Zavier before he reaches his full potential