[zatna]

everything is possible and everything is done in the name of love and solicitude.

a private & selective writing blog for zatanna zatara of dc comics. extremely plot-driven. personal influences and retellings present. affiliated with @cnstine & @supurman & @flashen

¹ carrd. ² sideblog.

[zatna]

MWAH!

[zatna]

i miss my red man........ i miss him so bad.........@flashen

[zatna]

big gasp of resurrection..

[zeetna]

i hate magic — SUPERMAN #18.

[prkh-archived]

NO LOYALTY, NO PRIDE, NO HONOUR. ✫ an independent and original portrayal of [ ramya "rampart" parekh ] of respawn entertainment's apex legends + titanfall franchise [ ... ] canon compliant but adapted for a broader speculative sci-fi genre : includes expansive verses for franchises such as star wars, fallout, bg3, and more! 18+, PERSONALS DNI. by chantelle, est. 2020.

[zatna]

through gritted teeth..

as zee's gotten older she's pretty reluctant in pursuing relationships, but it wasn't too long ago that she had the habit of jumping into them head first. they were all pretty casual in the fact that she's pretty open with her attractions and (due to the fact they'd inevitably fall apart) she wasn't really the type of person to wait a certain grace period to sleep with them. she's not really one for one night stands? maybe a dedicated person that she'd spend her free time & nights with, but rarely a stranger (rarely doesn't mean never, though).

to no surprise she does love basking in the attention when its wanted, and naturally she gets put into a bottom role... i think she's most comfortable as a power bottom? that type of role naturally comes to mind with her.

likes being on the receiving end more than she does on the giving, a bit greedy! i also feel like i need to further explain that just because she prefers receiving, that doesn't mean she never gives (with or without reciprocation) to her partner.

circling back to current day dilemma, i think she has a hard time meeting that peak during. lots of buildup, has a habit of psyching herself out, and just because i think its hot i love the idea of a lightbulb blowing out its socket down the hall when she does eventually get there.

[zatna]

zatna voice claims except it's not just one. they're also all correct.

[zatna]

let zee turn ur muse into a rabbit and carry em around

[zeetna]

zatanna & zatara; daughter & father.

unknown // by lyra wren // vanishing acts by jodi picoult // let your father die energy drink by cecilia corrigan // aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe by benjamin alire sáenz

[zatna]

@supurman : hate is just as senseless as love.

“ well, when it comes to him, just about everything is senseless. ” and conniving, and shifty, and exhausting, and—it takes a conscious effort not to roll your eyes at him, the towering pillar of stark hope beside you. he outshines you effortlessly here, red and blue refusing to be oppressed by the heavy dull dread of the alley—home to just one of the entrances to the oblivion bar. he’s loud and imposing where people here are often adept at slinking through the shadows, any semblance of lucidity is found in the dimly lit establishment with others just as conflicted. clark is … well, he’s clark. there’s always a level of truth to what he’s saying, understanding the world and people around him despite everything. but this wasn’t his, it’s yours—and you’d rather he let you take the reign on your own emotions than feed you sappy lines like that.  maybe you'd hear him out if this was the first time, or if you were still starry-eyed at every conjuration.

you distract yourself with readjusting your shoe, emptying it of small debris that didn’t really bother you beforehand. against all efforts a crinkle takes place between your brows, but you still manage to keep your balance. the task is small and contained in such a way that is easy for you to fix. you can handle this, no one is questioning that much at least. “ i don’t hate him, you know? ” he knows, so what are you even hoping for? “ he’s just … it’s complicated. ”

[zatna]

my zatanna is transfem btw

[neorph]

*  𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡 :  𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 !  

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[zatna]

WHAT PATRON SAINT ARE YOU?

patron saint of lost faith patron saint of leaving it by the roadside. patron saint of it slipping out of your fingers. patron saint of searching and searching. patron saint of yearning for it back. patron saint of scraping your fingers down to the bone trying to hold onto it. patron saint of losing it anyway. saint of lost faith. not the saint of getting it back.

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[zatna]

@deweaponize : you seem surprisingly calm, by the way.

“ you think? ” a voice reels you out of the deluge of your psyche, the absence of something itching in its depths.   a single eye opens to reveal her, paragon of claws, taking note of your resolve.   “ outfit aside, i'm not exactly an amateur when it comes to this stuff. ” a heel steps over the lax hand of … whomever that unfortunate man might be.   donned in stardom head to toe: it was supposed to be shownight—refunds, refunds.   the money isn’t a necessary issue, but you’ll need to text an apology to staff for the hassle, sloane directly, and the crowd for the ditch—absence.

despite the rather dismissive response, quick to get back to work, there’s a soft comfort at her statement.   you look put together—maintained.   that’s good.   nothing feels like the relief of seeing yourself through another.   you shield your vision again, everything is void.   you make the light, you see it.   “ tpecca em. ” a divination circle whirrs in turn, unlatches itself from the seal in a series of alignments with itself.   the physical door swings open with no regard, and it's only then that blood staining the floor seems to hit you now.   it’s empty.   talisman—your talisman—gone from its sanction.   lungs inflate with panic and shame until they pop, shaking the foundation of your perseverance and you find it hard to choke out the words without setting the entire damned thing ablaze.   “ who were they? do you know? ”

[zatna]

idk how anyone on zatannas team gets anything done tbh.....

[zatna]

WHAT KIND OF TRAGEDY ARE YOU?

wrong place, wrong time. it shouldn’t have been you. oh my love, you should have lived. if only. if only you had made a right instead of a left. if only your friend hadn’t had so much to drink. if only it hadn’t rained last night. then everything would be fine. a butterfly could have flapped its wings at another time and you would have have been fine. safety was so close, and yet so far. but alas, the stars just had to align.

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