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Hello there! My name is Zatanna Zatara. Mistress of Magic, Sorceress of Good, whatever you would like to call me. I am at your service!

M!A Status: None

Current Arc: The Struggling Magician

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//Zatanna Zatara RP Blog for DC Comics. Please read the rules. page to help understand a little about how I play her. Mun and Muse are both of age! All art is not mine unless it is in this tag. NSFW and Triggering posts and threads will be under cuts. Blogs I am currently on can be found here.

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Injustice Gods Among Us - Year Three #3

(Source: punishedsanguquinno)

Remnants of The Past (Closed AU RP w/ fishnets-and-magic)

A bitter scoff came from Zephyr’s lips, brain processing what she had just said to him. Blocks on his magic, years of being in the dark, and now this? “I actually don’t know what’s worse. That I’m the son of the Dark Knight, or that he doesn’t know or care that I exist while he lives a happy life with another woman who I assume is Catwoman.”

He didn’t want water. He just wanted to know how his world could get so messed up in a matter of minutes. “Why in the world did you not tell him? Tell him that you were pregnant with me? Out of anywhere on Earth, you would think that the child of freaking Batman and the mistress of magic would be more than safe in their hands!” he yelled, turning away from her.

Zatanna sighed, looking at the ground. “He wasn’t Batman when you were conceived. Not totally at least. He has just started his training when I told him I was pregnant. Do you want to know what his response was? ‘Abort it, because all’s that kid is ever going to be is a target.’ I refused to believe an accept that, and instead of letting me deal with it, he lashed out, told me I was a child and that he hated me. That was the last time I ever spoke to your father about you. I went to Shadowcrest and hid there until you were born. I think he just assumes I actually aborted you… but obviously, I didn’t.” She rubbed her temples. 

"You were safest where you were. No one knew you existed. Do you think I’d just leave papers laying around that had mine and your father’s name plaster on them? NO! The only documents having to do with your adoption and birth are sealed with magic. Only another homo-magi can read them. Your parents knew this when they adopted you. They knew exactly who I was. They were kind, gentle people, who loved you the second they saw you. Had I kept you, you probably would be dead by now. So I’m not sorry for giving you up. It was the only way we could ever be together." She bit her lip, taking in a shaky breath. "It wasn’t like I didn’t want you Giov- Z-zephyr. I would have done ANYTHING to keep you. To raise you. To take you to your first day of school, to kiss your boo-boos, to put your pictures on the fridge, but I knew that if I got to do all of that, I would bury you. As a 17 year old mother, I think I did a damn good job at keeping you safe."

"Don’t you dare give that ‘I did what I could for your benefit’ bullcrap." Zephyr growled at the woman, hands shaking with anger. "Do you have any idea what I went through with those so called nice people? Every time I wanted to see a magic show, or even a street magician showing his craft, I was verbally slapped in the face, never able to connect the dots. Do you have the slightest clue what it is like to be a kid that knows that he doesn’t belong where he is, no matter how safe he feels? To know that somewhere, there is someone who understands, but you can never get to them?

"Now you tell me that my actual father never wanted me, and you would’ve done anything to keep me. Well, maybe with all of your magic, you didn’t do enough." He exhaled shakily, turning away. "I thought finding out the truth of who I actually was would help me. Now I know I made a mistake."

He started to walk away, stopping at the door to the dressing room. “I don’t care anymore. You should probably just forget me, like he did.”

Here it was. Her chance to connect with her son. To finally do right by him, and Zatanna was ruinging it. She lept from her seat and got to the door just before he did. “Wait… I’m sorry. I’m sorry-” She held her hands out. 

"I wasn’t powerful like I am nowwhen I was 17, Zephyr… I was a kid. I had no family, no job, no one to help me. I was scared for you, and I knew that distancing you from me and your father was your best chance. They kept you away because they didn’t want you to be in danger. Please see that!" The tears began streaming down her cheeks. 

"I have spent every day of my life, wondering if I made the right choice. I peered into every crystal ball I could find, and all of them told me the same thing. If I had kept you, you’d be dead already. I’m sorry you felt alone. But I would have rathered you been alone for the, and be here with me now, where I can teach you and develop a relationship with you now, than you have been with me and dead."

westcoastavengers:

Dr. Strange by Ulises Farinas

Remnants of The Past (Closed AU RP w/ fishnets-and-magic)

Zatanna stood from her seat, wiping the tiny tears before they could fall from her eyes. She motioned for the boy to follow her. “We can talk about it when they’re are less prying eyes, and nosy ears.”

She lead him to the back and into her dressing room. Zatanna had to sit down. She had to. Her hand drifted to her abdomen, feeling the scar from his C-section, like she had a million times before. Being 17, it healed nicely, but it was still extremely noticeable. “To put it simply… yes.” She poured herself a glass of water, occupying her mouth before she could beg him for just a single hug. 

"You are like me. I put a block on your magic… that only wore off just minutes ago, when we met once more." Zatanna offered the boy a drink before continuing. "He certainly isn’t dearest… and I haven’t spoken to him since I found out I was pregnant for you. He’s married now, to an ex-con, and has a daughter with her. In fact, you would know who I am talking about… Heard of Batman?"

A bitter scoff came from Zephyr’s lips, brain processing what she had just said to him. Blocks on his magic, years of being in the dark, and now this? “I actually don’t know what’s worse. That I’m the son of the Dark Knight, or that he doesn’t know or care that I exist while he lives a happy life with another woman who I assume is Catwoman.”

He didn’t want water. He just wanted to know how his world could get so messed up in a matter of minutes. “Why in the world did you not tell him? Tell him that you were pregnant with me? Out of anywhere on Earth, you would think that the child of freaking Batman and the mistress of magic would be more than safe in their hands!” he yelled, turning away from her.

Zatanna sighed, looking at the ground. “He wasn’t Batman when you were conceived. Not totally at least. He has just started his training when I told him I was pregnant. Do you want to know what his response was? ‘Abort it, because all’s that kid is ever going to be is a target.’ I refused to believe an accept that, and instead of letting me deal with it, he lashed out, told me I was a child and that he hated me. That was the last time I ever spoke to your father about you. I went to Shadowcrest and hid there until you were born. I think he just assumes I actually aborted you… but obviously, I didn’t.” She rubbed her temples. 

"You were safest where you were. No one knew you existed. Do you think I’d just leave papers laying around that had mine and your father’s name plaster on them? NO! The only documents having to do with your adoption and birth are sealed with magic. Only another homo-magi can read them. Your parents knew this when they adopted you. They knew exactly who I was. They were kind, gentle people, who loved you the second they saw you. Had I kept you, you probably would be dead by now. So I’m not sorry for giving you up. It was the only way we could ever be together." She bit her lip, taking in a shaky breath. "It wasn’t like I didn’t want you Giov- Z-zephyr. I would have done ANYTHING to keep you. To raise you. To take you to your first day of school, to kiss your boo-boos, to put your pictures on the fridge, but I knew that if I got to do all of that, I would bury you. As a 17 year old mother, I think I did a damn good job at keeping you safe."

Watch Yourself || Marvel Verse || v; ykcitS sregniF {CLOSED}

nolongerusingbing:

fishnets-and-magic:

"I’ll teleport your into a pocket dimension of mine, and then teleport them out when you need them. Very simple. When my magic is back, I can set you up your own little pocket dimension. Make it fit into your wallet or something." She shrugged. Zatanna waved her hand, doing a spell to put him in a jacket, t-shirt and jeans. She smiled. "Don’t worry. Didn’t see ya naked."

He couldn’t help but kinda smile at the thought of having his own inter-dimensional pocket just sitting in his, well, pocket. It was like his favorite Sci-Fi show coming to life. 

"So my wallet will be like Time-Lord technology? Cool." Peter had to add. Doctor Who was one of his favorite shows. 

"Truthfully-You wouldn’t be the first." Peter rubbed the back of his head, giving off a chuckle. 

"I suppose we should head out for lunch then, huh? Can’t hurt to get to know each other before we find out how to get you back home, right?"

"Um… sure?" She had no idea what a time-lord was, but she was sure he was smart enough to understand what a pocket dimension was. She nodded, walking towards the diner. "Yeah. It’ll be nice to have an out-of-dimension ally. That would really throw the bad guys off if I needed to call for back up."

nolongerusingbing sent:

"Was..I not good enough?"

nolongerusingbing:

fishnets-and-magic:

Zatanna bit her lip, not wanting to hurt his feelings, but feeling extremely proud of herself. She sighed, looking to him and nodding. “Yeah, baby. You sucked.” She looked back at the TV screen, smirking to herself as she read the screen again. “I beat-ch-ass is Guitar Hero! Suckonthat!”

Peter placed the controller down and sulked into the couch. He let out a faint laugh before smiling up at her. 

"Yeah- I get it. All right, deal’s a deal. Guess you won the bet. Now you get to choose what we do next."

Zee put her own guitar down and threw her hands up victoriously. “Family Guy Netflix Marathon!” She grinned widely and kissed his cheek. 

johnconstantpain sent:

“It’s 4 in the morning, is everything ok?”

johnconstantpain:

fishnets-and-magic:

fishnets-and-magic:

”- y-yeah… I just… Can you come over? Please?”

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Magical AU (closed)

He looked down, suddenly feeling very bad. “…at least they didn’t hurt you… Nobody liked us very much, an’ we had no other family… Foster Families are the worst.” He looked down at the nice bed… the shelves… the carpet… Maybe she really was just being nice…. “I’m sorry, Miss Zatanna…”

"Don’t be sorry, sweet heart. I understand why you’re being so cautious. I would have been too. Just means you’re a smart boy." She smiled, motioning for him to scoot over on the bed. Zee sat next to him and smiled. "You have a place to stay, you don’t ow me anything, okay? But if you want to help out somehow, we need a new playbill boy. Just mean’s we give you a stack of playbills and you stand at the door when people come into the theather and hand each one of them a book. Sound good?"

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(Source: littleprinceoftheforest)

nolongerusingbing sent:

"He was too strong."

"Oh stop it!" Zatanna picked up the puppy and nuzzled his head. The little animal seemed tired from ‘mauling’ his new ‘overly dramatic’ owner. Zee kicked Peter’s leg, making him hault his ‘playing dead’ fiasco. She chuckled and shook her head. "Idiot. funny little adorable idiot."