ABRACADABRA.

-— 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗂 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝙞 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡.

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independent writing blog blog for zatanna zatara from dc comics.      comics-based. written by v,   she/her,   21+.

                    i.  CARRD.

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i'm sorry to be a magicblazer propaganda blog instead of a zatanna rp blog, i'll post writing soon i'm just </3 </3 </3

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the way courtney just ends john

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idk who's around but uuuuuh plotting and shipping call :) these kind of go hand in hand for me, so i'm linking them together. this is for any and all kinds of dynamics: romantic, platonic, antagonistic, etc. give this post a like and i'll hop in your dms for plotting!

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₊˚⊹ from @nightorne, dear zatanna:

[ LIGHT ]: sender lights receiver's cigarette/candle/etc.

within the recesses of the woodlands lies a citadel of magic unlike the kind many would encounter in a single lifetime, made of cobblestone and granite and tucked away into the edges of the wilds. its lineage has long since been lost to the passage of time, and because of its concealment it remains a well-guarded secret almost exclusively by its inhabitant, but the master of the castle knows its walls and what linger within them; it rarely sees new visitors, unless those visitors were intimately acquainted with its host, and luckily for shadowheart zatanna knows her quite well — enough where the mystical veil has been preemptively lifted to allow her entry into the grand foyer, violets and magentas framing the ornamental walls and carpeting the staircase zatanna descends. ❝ you're earlier than i expected. follow me. ❞

she leads her company under an arch connecting the foyer to a large corridor, their destination being the ornate stone gate at the end of the hall with splotches of color in a kaleidoscope of light escaping through the crack at the bottom. she ignores the paintings on the walls as they walk by, of course already very acquainted with them, and fights the urge to smile in amusement as she can sense shadowheart's gaze upon them as they walk. zatanna's spellroom ( as she simply refers to it, instead of addressing it by its ancestral name as the refraction of enchantment ) dims when they reach the threshold, the environment around them cascading into shadows as the light once shining through the door evades them. zatanna's eyes shift over to the new and sudden source of light to her left, the torch outside the doorway now immediately lit; she assumes it was due to her guest.

❝ oh. thank you. sometimes i forget what this room does when other people besides me attempt to enter. ❞ zatanna smiles, one of those upward curves that snags the flickering light as it crowns the whites of her teeth. she mutters something under her breath, and six long but slender burgundy candles manifest in her hands. the candles aren't necessarily required for the incantation, but she enjoys the ambiance that candlelight provides in the blanketing of twilight and feels it appropriate for the occasion. gripping all of the sticks in one hand, she raises the other one to shadowheart, anticipating she takes it. the doors recede into the inside of the space, the area they lead into completely blackened despite the light source just outside. ❝ are you ready ? ❞

— with love, zatanna zatara ˎˊ˗ ᥫ᭡

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ NONVERBAL PROMPTS. accepting.

[1st-1]

Where all stardust: by Carbine

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₊˚⊹ from @matryochka, dear zatanna:

❛ read from my palm. ❜

vinicia is wonderful in spite of everything she's been through. zatanna takes so much inspiration from her, because she's the perfect example of resilience amongst the murky tapestry of cognition; she reminds her so much of the kinds of people she trained to be like, rough and strong and everything else in between.

this isn't something she necessarily wants to decline, mostly because she wants to be able to make her happy, but she has her reservations. having clairvoyance isn't exactly something she enjoys, and it's brought her far more trouble more often than it hasn't. she bites her lip, looking at the hand that's been offered to her before returning her gaze back to the striking blue that observes her back. ❝ are you sure you want me to ? ❞ she asks, hesitance taking root in the planes of her face as her mouth angles down into a frown.

vinicia looks at her expectantly, and zatanna feels the weight of her reluctance crash down on her as she sighs, her shoulders sagging with the movement. she gently holds vinicia's hand in both her own, stroking her palm with both her thumbs as she averts her stare to her own fingers, tracking the movements with her eyes. her tone is heavy when she says, ❝ sometimes it's best not to know your future. i get that's easy for me to say, but it's precisely my experience with it that i know. ❞

— with love, zatanna zatara ˎˊ˗ ᥫ᭡

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ UNPROMPTED. always accepting.

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₊˚⊹ from @hardtraveling, dear zatanna:

[ BLANKET ]: sender drapes a blanket over receiver's shoulders.

zatanna stirs when she feels the unfamiliar warmth cover the frame of her shoulders, her hands finding her eyes to rub the sleep from them as she sinks a little further into the cushions of the sofa. she blinks through bleary eyes as she replays the events of the last few hours in her head, trying to get a grasp on her bearings and figure out where she is. this is the aftermath of one of those naps that could leave someone feeling completely disoriented, which she certainly is feeling even when she notices a streak of blond in her peripheral.

❝ oh, ollie ... ❞ her subconscious speaks for her when the rest of her is still catching up. her gloved hands delicately grab the edges of the blanket, bringing it tighter around her before letting go to rub at her eyes again, hoping that the second time will provide some more relief and some more lucidity. whatever ritual she performed in his residence took a lot out of her, more than she would've expected, and when she feels her mind coming into her head a little better she begins to sit up with the blanket still curved around her. oliver is kind, handing her a mug that he must've known she would've asked for with her coffee made just the way she likes it; he's always been such a good friend to her, knowing exactly what she needs, which is why she didn't mind doing him this favor even if it required a lot of her energy. however, she certainly didn't mean to linger longer than was required, and she sheepishly takes a sip as she tucks one of her legs under the other while she adjusts on the sofa. her heels are on the floor by the foot dangling off the couch, her gaze fixated on them as she holds the mug in her hands.

she definitely doesn't plan on staying after she finishes her drink, even though she knows he didn't plan on kicking her out. she's just a little embarrassed over being horribly impolite. ❝ i'm sorry, i didn't mean to overstay my welcome. why didn't you wake me up ? ❞

— with love, zatanna zatara ˎˊ˗ ᥫ᭡

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ NONVERBAL PROMPTS. accepting.

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my princess, i love her so bad gksnfmsmsenakfkd

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「   RP MEME :   NONVERBAL PROMPTS.  mix of violent, caring, touching and non-touching prompts.  」     SEND PROMPT '+ REVERSE' for the inverse to happen. for example 'bandage + reverse' for the receiver to bandage wounds on the sender.

[ BANDAGE ] : sender bandages a wound on receiver.

[ GUIDE ] : sender puts a hand on he receiver's back to guide them somewhere.

[ WAVE ]: sender waves down receiver to get their attention.

[ SIGN ]: sender raises their hand to sign to receiver. what follows can be anything the sender desires.

[ LIFT ]: sender lifts receiver's chin to look at them.

[ LIGHT ]: sender lights receiver's cigarette/candle/etc.

[ FIND ] : sender finds receiver beaten and/or bloodied.

[ PIN ]: sender pins receiver against the wall during combat/sparring.

[ GET DOWN ]: sender tackles receiver out of the way of danger.

[ TAKE ]: sender takes a hit meant for receiver.

[ CAUGHT ]: sender finds receiver somewhere they aren't supposed to be.

[ TRAP ]: sender traps the receiver somewhere they don't want to be.

[ DARLING ]: sender touches receiver's cheek.

[ SNATCH ]: sender snatches receiver's wrist as they turn to go.

[ STAB ]: sender stabs receiver.

[ DRAG ]: sender drags receiver from point a to point b.

[ SIT ]: sender sits on receiver's lap.

[ EN GARDE ]: sender and receiver get into some kind of fight.

[ DRUNK ]: sender finds receiver drunk.

[ BLOOD ]: sender walks into receiver's room covered in blood.

[ FLOWER ]: sender offers a flower to receiver.

[ HOLD ]: sender reaches to hold receiver's hand.

[ BRUSH ]: sender brushes a strand of hair out of receiver's face.

[ NOTE: ] sender writes a note for receiver. the contents are whatever the sender decides.

[ EYES ]: sender notices receiver looking at them.

[ STOP ]: sender raises hand to signal the receiver to stop in place.

[ TAP ]: sender taps receiver on the shoulder to get their attention.

[ WAKE ]: sender gently wakes receiver from a nap or otherwise.

[ MORNING AFTER ]: sender and receiver wake up together for the first time after a night of passion.

[ BLANKET ]: sender drapes a blanket over receiver's shoulders.

[ HUDDLE ]: sender and receiver huddle together in an effort to stay warm.

[ TUG ]: sender pulls receiver away from them.

[ PUSH ]: sender pushes receiver away from them.

[ BULLET ]: sender shoots receiver in a non-lethal area.

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DC’s Quoth the Raven … Whatever #1 (DC, September 2026) variant cover by Don Aguillo

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@spellaholic asked: [01.] finding privacy in a cramped dressing room.

 john had only caught the very tail end of her show - although 5 minutes was probably a record for him, to be honest - before he vanished from the roaring, adoring audience. a little magic trick of his own. disappearing from a crowded room and reappearing in zee's dressing room backstage, lounging on a velvet loveseat like he owned the place. ta-da!

" you're better'n this place, love. still, bloody good show, though. always is. " john doesn't even know the name of the theatre and he still knows that much. this little dressing room is too small for all of her star power, but then again, he supposes, it's not a bad size for making excuses to get closer.

john pushes himself up again and sidles right up behind zee as she leans towards the mirror on her vanity table. he settles his chin on her shoulder to grin at her reflection while one hand rests on her waist and the other comes up to the zipper on the back of her costume -- but doesn't dare start tugging on it. yet.

" you need a hand stepping into something a little more comfortable? since i'm already here, 'n all. might as well make myself useful. "

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❝ john, ❞ zatanna warns him as a greeting, but her tone isn't as remotely threatening as it probably should sound. even if it were, her leaning further into him would undo whatever severity the threat would have. he's here for her, of course, and she knew what she'd be getting if he came; she knows since she extended the invitation, after all. thing is, she never knows whether or not he'll actually take her up on the invite, so the thrill of feeling him take his place against her back on this particular night shreds up any semblance of self control she could try to claim she still has. he fits perfectly there, every inch of him molded to her, and she tries not to think about how giddy it makes her feel.

zatanna can feel her heart starting to pick up speed as it thumps away in her ribcage, the sound also beginning to hammer away against the shells of her ears. she glances at him through the mirror, traces the lines of his face from the edge of his smile to the top of his nose between his eyebrows. the violet of her gaze then moves to latch onto the stormy blues of his when her tongue darts out to swipe against her bottom lip.

she briefly wonders if he'll like the taste of her lipgloss.

turning her head slightly so her lips could come into contact with his cheek, she still manages to maintain the eye contact they hold through the glass. she lifts her hand that's closest to him to rest against the other side of his face, caressing it gently; she can feel the warmth of him through the fabric of her glove. ❝ naughty. all i invited you over here for was to see the show. did you even notice that cool new thing i tried with my hat ? ❞

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❝ it's okay, ❞ she clarifies, because she wants that to be conveyed; the stranger in her entryway still eyes her wearily, but his posture softens up a little bit when she holds her hands up in a gesture of goodwill.

❝ it's safe here. i can guarantee that, at least. you mind telling me what's got you so spooked ? ❞

@feinic.

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she's so cutie this is my princess

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literally no one's around but i finished up zatanna's bio after a bajillion years, and i made some tiny adjustments to her card besides that, so if you're interested you can revisit it! hehe

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 any invitation from zatanna was one he couldn't - wouldn't even dare - refuse. even with every fibre of john's being so stubbornly insistent on the idea that he needed to keep as far away from her as possible so he wouldn't end up hurting her, he still gave in to the temptation just to bask in her presence every single time.

" difficult, she says- oi, i'm being 'elpful, alright? i am. " he wasn't, obviously. he was standing a few inches behind her, peering over her shoulder to watch her work, catching her up on the events of a recent botched exorcism of his. " look, lookit me. helping an' all. see? "

still no. what he was doing was lighting a cigarette and only vaguely turning away from zee to exhale the smoke in another direction. " i'm 'ere for moral support. "

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if looks could kill, he'd be dead ten times over. just like he's grown accustomed to her innate desire to strangle him, she also should be used to his tendency to drive her up the wall in the first place. he perfectly exemplifies this now, seeming to be completely unfazed with the death glare she directs to him, not even aiming to establish eye contact with her even though there's no doubt he can sense it. it may be a little bit naive of her, but she was honestly just hoping he'd be different this time.

❝ i don't need moral support, ❞ she says as she exhales sharply through her nose and takes a step away from him to increase the distance, crossing her arms over her chest as she leans all her weight against one leg, her hip angling out a bit.

❝ i need your expertise because these sigils are more up your alley than they are up mine, but if you're not interested, just go ahead and leave. i can figure this out on my own, i just ... thought you'd be willing to help. ❞ unfortunately, she's still very fond of him, enough where she earnestly believes that clarifying her position will have him complying... just this once. ❝ i know you don't seem to care about any of the work i do, but this is important to me, and we shouldn't be wasting each others' time. ❞

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she was so cutieful in this cartoon i kinda miss it...