made of magic .

       #ZATARAA : hi, i’m the problem, it’s me. a study in : stage illusion, a magician’s word, the resident flirt, failing in love, grief only made her kind, confidence is sexy, the mom friend. a private and low activity blog for zatanna from dc comics, comic compliant and headcanon based. loved by farrah [ she / her ]. remade in october of 2022.

                    JASMINE   FLASHES   THE   OTHER   a   small   smile   and   nods   her   head   in   the   positive   ,   green   hues   flickering   between   the   possible   new   client’s   face   and   the   tattoo   she’s   currently   working   on   ,    ❛   of   course   !     have   a   seat   ,   i’m   almost   finished   with   this   tat   and   then   i’ll   be   right   with   you .   ❜    she   calls   out   across   the   shop   before   her   head   ducks   and   she   finishes   up   the   tattoo   ,   inking   on   the   finishing   touches   and   applying   various   things   to   promote   healing .     she   then   removes   her   gloves   and   tosses   them   into   a   nearby   trash   bin   as   she   walks   across   the   shop   to   the   other   brunette   ,    ❛   sorry   about   that .     i’m   all   yours   now .   ❜

“Oh no, I really shouldn’t. ‘less of course y’ happen to fancy spending the whole time doing that—‘course I’ve been told I never do shut up about her so y’know…” Still it made him happy regardless, and maybe arguably buzzling just a little. Quite literally, too, oops maybe he should reel it back in a bit before zapping something else on accident…

Words, on the other hand… that was a question that had him thinking for a moment. “’sides the show name and run times and all the other important bits? Hmm…” A pause to think, pen tapping away on the paper. “I wouldn’t recommend anything too overt and busy now, sometimes a simple ad is a happy ad and all that. But if you want some sort of Christmas saying or a Seasons Greetings I can figure out where they could go in a few mock ups.”

                                 ❛  i have a pet bunny, so i get it. i could talk about her for hours and hours.  ❜ a cat was definitely next on the list of pets she wanted to get. maybe when she could settle down for a bit. her life was a little too chaotic for multiple pets at the moment. ❛  i’d be a bit worried if you never talked about her.  ❜

𝑺𝑯𝑬  𝑯𝑶𝑳𝑫𝑺  𝑮𝑨𝒁𝑬  𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑳𝒀             and  he  allows  it  to      impress  him,        the  way  she  doesn’t      shy  away      from  gaze  even  while  intense.                         her  own  gaze  tells  him      enough      about  her   ;            eyes  are  the  windows  to  the  soul,       as  they  say,         and  he  feels  like  he  can  almost      touch      the  way  her  being  yearns.                                      ❝     your      aura        reads       as       powerful.                    i’d       be         wise        not      to      mess       with      you,     ❞                                      keanu  says  with  a       coy  smile,         sensing  that  he  has  her  attention  and  wanting  to  make  the  best  out  of  it.                                    ❝     magic.             it         lingers        on      you.    ❞

“Not all of them, clearly.” He’s of course, joking, what with the very few people that John wouldn’t dare lie to without good reason and Zee being practically number one on that very small list. Wouldn’t stop some lighthearted tongue in cheek though. “Pretty sure at this point if I weren’t and kicked the bucket you’d just bring be back to kill me yourself.”

“Mean y’ haven’t ever complained any other time we’ve wound up in it.” Okay, maybe he should tune down the cheek a little, but he can’t help it. “Well… y’ may need to promise you won’t tell ‘im you know. Sorta involves the first time I properly got t’ London when I was 17 and a monkey.”

                             ❛  damn right i would.  ❜ she replies, rolling her eyes in a playful manner. there is no way she would let john die peacefully, especially if it ended up being his fault. especially if he hadn’t said goodbye. ❛  i have yet to find a way to bring someone back from the dead, but you bet your ass i’d use it just to kick your ass.  ❜

“  No more magic,  ”    She says,  and though it’s nonchalant and chipper,  she means it…  as much as she can when it comes to fantasies and a little girl’s imaginative whims.   Lilac is hiked awkwardly against her mother’s side,  though she doesn’t seem to mind the haphazard seat she has thanks to her incoming little brother.  She brings the little pig up toward her face when her head lolls against Nix’s shoulder.  Like that,  she can peer at Zatanna with wide eyes,  hiding an open-mouthed grin.

“  She’ll think she’s got an in at Hogwarts,  and I can’t afford the tuition.  ”   With Christmas — Svyatki — incoming,  it’s actually been Evelyn’s eyes fixed to the screen,  obsessing over the first year at a magic school that doesn’t exist.

“  You know my husband.  ”   It’s a statement of fact as opposed to a question,  though Nix’s typically glacial stare holds no further sharpness.   “  He does these little tricks — card tricks, balloon animals,  that sort of thing.  Wicked smooth.  ”   She blinks as if that gives her ample time to orient herself in the conversation.   “  You go to clown school too?  Or did you just come out the womb doused in fairy dust?  ”

                             there’s a moment where zatanna considers the woman across from her and she nods, lifting her shoulders up in a shrug. ❛  that’s fair.  ❜ she knows better then to argue with a mother. especially one with a reputation. there’s a small pang in her chest as she looks at the two of them. it’s times like this that she realizes how much she missed with her own mother. she dwells on it for only a moment before she comes back to earth and playfully sticks her tongue out at the young girl.

❛  i always wondered the cost of going there myself.  ❜ she muses. of course, hogwarts. she supposes she should be flattered her magic is comparable to harry potter. ❛  just tell her she’s a year too young. changing times and all.  ❜

               “ could i? does a raven have wings? “ her familiar in the corner sqwaked in response, fluffing up black-blue feathers before proceeding to groom herself. sheri chuckled and hiked up a couple steps on the ladder, looking over the inventory. “ anything specific you need or am i putting together a restock box for ya? “

𝚃𝙷𝙴   𝙳𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙲   𝙲𝙰𝚃   𝙸𝚂   𝙰𝙽   𝙸𝙽𝚅𝙰𝚂𝙸𝚅𝙴   𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝙸𝙴𝚂   —   a   cataclysmic   disaster   to   whatever   ecosystem   they   were   introduced   to,   forcing   a   shuffling   of   the   food   chain   and   often   resulting   in   an   extinction   event   for   both   predator   and   prey   species.   The   Black   Cat   had   no   current   machinations   for   the   cesspool   of   Gotham,   but   if   the   city   was   intent   on   getting   between   her   and   her   salmon   and   egg   benedict,   well   .   .   .

𝐒𝐇𝐄   𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃   𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍   𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃   𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒   𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒   𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌.

❝      We’re   all   guilty   of   something,   Houdini.   The   only   difference   is   I   regret   nothing.      ❞   Her   smile   is   too   wide,   too     𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒚,   as   she   bookmarked   her   spot   in   her   book   with   deft   fingers.   The   blonde   turned   all   of   her   near   predatory   attention   to   the   other   woman,   blatant   in   her   slow   perusal.   Magic   had   a   particular   𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉   to   it,   a   kind   of   peppery   foulness   that   induced   dueling   urges   to   both   sneeze   violently   and   loudly   retch,   but   Felicia   Hardy   was   a   professional’s   professional   and   she   settled   for   wrinkling   her   nose   in   distaste.

❝      Slight   of   hand   is   boring   and   has   been   since   grade   school,   babe.   Now   make   it   quick,   your   hocus   pocus   is   putting   off   my   appetite   —   if   you’re   not   here   to   accuse   me   of   being   a   naughty,   naughty   girl,   why   are   you   here?      ❞

                             she gets why her father moved them away after thomas wayne’s murder. unfortunately for her late father, zatanna had a tendency to get caught up in things she should steer clear from. she was always going to come back home. it was just a matter of time. she’s sure he’s cursing her where ever his soul was residing now.

                                 ❛  you didn’t have to tell me that. it’s obvious.  ❜ she leans forward slightly, raising a delicate eyebrow at the blonde. normally, their paths would never cross each other, maybe only in passing. clearly, she wasn’t felicia’s taste, if the obvious look on her face was any indication. unfortunately, for both of them, fate would have it that their path’s have crossed this time. zatanna was already itching to leave this conservation, but she was stubborn.