#char: zatanna zatara.

[dirbenaffleck]

BATMAN and ZATANNA Bound to our Will Writer: Vita Ayala Artist: Nikola Čižmešija,

[beginagaininspo]

No magic is infallible. And neither are we. This is on our heads.

- @mistressofmagic​

[incorrectbeginagain]

Illyana Rasputina: I am a responsible adult!

Zatanna Zatara: *Raises eyebrows*

Illyana Rasputina: I am an adult.

Zatanna Zatara: *Futher raises eyebrows*

Illyana Rasputina: Legally not mentally.

[avengerofiron]

@mistressofmagic

Tony hadn’t been sleeping. That in and of itself was hardly surprising; he could hardly remember a night that wasn’t spent with Zatanna tucked into his side that he managed to close his eyes for more than an hour at most. Usually, his mind was whirring through a thousand possible scenarios, seeing wormholes opening up that made him wake in a cold sweat, or memories of a thousand jobs needing to be done otherwise the company would surely fall into ruin, or the team would fall apart again, or they would get hurt and it would be his fault. (Always, always, his fault, there was always something more he could do, always something he could have prevented.)

It had changed, since Danny’s wedding. It had changed and Tony, following the habits of a lifetime, found himself way down the rabbithole at three in the morning. The only difference now was that when he woke up with a start and tried to steady his hands in the lab, someone would follow him – the someone who understood him more than anyone else could even hope to.

He could feel her in the doorway before he saw her reflected in glass, felt himself let out a shuddered breath as he turned. “I’ve never had a kid,” he said, hands dropping to his side, a humourless laugh escaping. “I mean, that’s bizarre, right? I screwed my way across … across several continents, anyone who looked at me sideways, for thirty years, thirty, and I… And people came to me, you know? They came with these five year olds and every single time I was searching for something in them that was me, and we got the tests, and I wasn’t hoping, but I was, you know? I was hoping, and none of them–” He gestured back to his chest, to himself. “None of them were mine. That’s weird, right? And it wasn’t like I was careful, not every time. Not … What if I can’t do it?”

[klauswalz]

Favourite Comic Book Characters: Zatanna Zatara

[jeaniegreysummers]

[ distress call ] for OUR MUSES to respond to a distress call from heroes/a stranded ship/someone else! || @mistressofmagic​

Jean lived to serve – was born to be a soldier. She’d been fighting battles on other people’s behalf since before she could remember, and it was what invigorated her. Healing at Sara Memorial was an extension of that, but often, it felt as if the ER was simply waves washing against the shore. She fixed one disaster only for another to follow closely on its heels. At least with a battle, there was that moment of silence in the aftermath, that quiet that allowed your thundering heart to get back down to normal.

Today, she’d already fought with Remy. She’d fought alongside the Lanterns. She’d healed, she’d provided candles, she’d checked in on her staff. And now … now she was standing beside someone else who had the power to tackle the problem head on. The constructs, after all, were only physical in a certain sense. For the most part, they were mental.

“Well, look who it is,” Jean said, a grin coming onto her face as she landed beside her friend. “This looks like a job for the dream team,” she offered, gesturing back to the constructs that were gradually starting to push a crowd of New Yorkers into a corner. “Damsels facing distress – what do you say?”

[libertycaps]

[ assist ] for OUR MUSES to attempt to provide medical assistance to civilians. || @mistressofmagic​

He’d met Zatanna Zatara a few times before – the first had been at a party in the Tower, when he lingered awkwardly at the wall until Sam came and bridged the gaps between Steve and the rest of the room. Until his friend arrived, Steve had simply watched – had somewhat marvelled at the easy way Zatanna pulled Stark out of his self-imposed distance, put a wide grin on his face, how she ran into his arms and he spun her around with a laugh so light it was impossible to think it was the same man who stormed a Hydra base only a few hours before. Nat had commented that it must be some friendship to pacify the pain of a fresh gunshot wound – Steve remained quietly convinced that it had to be something more than that. Even if he’d only had a taste (the barest taste), he knew what love looked like.

He also knew what a good person looked like. Zatanna was rich, powerful, a celebrity – she could’ve used her fanfare to provide symbolic comfort to people. Instead she was on the ground, kneeling in front of a child who had been lost in the crowd, patching up the scuffs on his knees. Steve walked up quietly behind them, going onto his own knees right in front of the little boy, who quickly sniffled and wiped away his tears.

“You must be real special,” Steve said to the kid, offering him a smile. “Zatanna only goes to the best hero in the room. She’s got a sixth sense, it’s uncanny.” The boy sniffled again, but this time, there was a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. “You know, I–”

“Are you Captain America?” the boy interrupted, voice still wavering but undoubtedly determined in its question. Steve cast a sideways glance towards Zatanna, and reached for one of the bandages in the pack on the ground.

“I’m Steve Rogers,” he said. “How about we work together and get you patched up, yeah?”

[beginagaingossip]

thoughts on the latest stark-zatara engagement?

“At least they managed to do it sober this time. The question on everyone’s mind --- will they make it down the aisle? They say the third time’s the charm, but maybe this couple will get lucky with attempt number two. I guess we’ll have to wait it out... assuming they can stay alive that long. I wouldn’t be shocked if Stark’s heart gave out before lunch!”

— To live, and die and live again, Ophelia ‘Aida’ Sarkissian, Madame Hydra

@avengerofiron @mistressofmagic

[beginagainbugle]

THE DAILY BUGLE GOSSIP EXCLUSIVE!

HEADLINE: Eccentric billionaire Danny Rand announces engagement to longtime girlfriend Colleen Wing! With Rand’s strange history and unpredictable personality, what can we expect to see from the Rand-Wing wedding? Predictions and more on page six!

MEET COLLEEN WING: The Bugle hosts an exclusive interview with the future Mrs. Rand! How does a former dojo owner and current community center employee land one of New York’s most eligible bachelors? Find out on page ten!

THE END OF A BRIEF ERA: Rumors are swirling as Zatanna Zatara spends less and less time at husband Tony Stark’s residence. Has this couple called it quits after only a few months of marriage? Catch up with the Bugle Gossip’s own Shaunda Davis with the latest on page twenty-four!

[thephoenixgossip]

give us some gossip hun

Bring out your sippy cups because I’m about to spill some tea! It would appear that our resident demon boy, Hayden, has found himself a boyfriend in none other than our local Pink Ranger, Casey. Bless the child who marries into that family. Not only do you have to impress the Avengers, but you also have to worry about impressing the Demon Prince side of the family. Talk about pressure! 

Speaking of Clint’s kids, have you noticed Pietro Maximoff’s been spending a lot of time with Blayze Graves lately? Interesting, interesting! That’s something to keep an eye on. Someone should really warn that kid about the Archangels in the Magic Shop though. If you think Demon Princes and Avengers are hard to impress, you should see the Archangels. Does Michael smile? I don’t think I’ve ever seen him smile. Well, except when he’s in Zatanna’s presence maybe. Rumor has it he’s finally owned up to his feelings for the leggy magician. It only took a dead body to bring this out, but hey, progress is progress. Gabriel and Jophiel, we’re looking at you next. Wanda, you too! 

@seizcd, @cvseyhart, @ofmaximoffspeed, @blayzcit, @ofwarriors, @zztophat

[bishoprevival]

Os pés estavam em cima da mesa de centro na sala e sentada super confortável no sofá, lendo uma revista enquanto esperava Richard chegar. Quando ouviu a porta abrindo, o sorriso apareceu em seus lábios porém não tirou os olhos da revista até ouvir a porta ser fechada e os pertences serem deixados na mesa. “Hello, my love. Estava esperando por você.”

[beginagaininspo]

ZATANNA ZATARA + TYPES OF LOVE

@mistressofmagic @twentyninetynines @ruleroflimbo @heartheblackdamncanary @avengerofiron​

[incorrectbeginagain]

"I'm not an e-girl, I'm a milf."

— Zatanna Zatara

[avengerofiron]

(IT’S A GHOST!): for the POSTER’S MUSE to introduce a ghost from their past, literally, to the SENDER’S MUSE. || @mistressofmagic

The last time Tony had someone who was constantly by his side had been when JARVIS was still online – when the AI piped up in his ear every time something displeased him, when his sarcastic comments could be counted on as much as his presence. There was FRIDAY after, and before, Dum-E made sure to occupy the space in his dorm room or apartment while he moved across cities, often costing thousands of dollars to move in his own personalised plane. Tony had a deep seated need for someone to be the second part of him, and when he travelled back to the past with Zatanna, he started to understand that, because he was half of a whole. He had been, his entire life. Since he heard about Arno, he’d been fascinated, turning over what his brother could’ve been like in his head, a thousand little possibilities.

Then, he got home from fighting broomsticks in the park with Zach. He walked downstairs, went into the workshop, started pottering away on another project that could be something special eventually, just when he got to the eureka moment. He worked until he was falling asleep, and then there was a voice over his shoulder.

You might want to think about titanium.

So he had Arno, now – or at least a version of Arno. He had an Arno who looked fifty years old when he hadn’t lived for fifty seconds, an Arno who rolled his eyes fifteen times every hour, who always had a quick word to say, who was entirely too much like him. And of course, the first thing he thought about after he blasted a neat hole in the wall (through his ghostly brother, in fact) was that he needed to share it with his wife, so here he was, gesturing towards him after he’d made a big deal out of having a surprise for Zatanna.

Arno raised a hand in a small, slightly awkward wave. “Hi,” he said. “He talks about you. A lot.”

“Brother,” Tony interjected, reaching out to grab Arno’s shoulders to move him forward (he wasn’t tangible, but he did follow along with it, taking a step towards Zatanna as Tony gestured). “It’s Arno.”

“Pretty sure she could guess that one, Tony.”

[birdsofpreymuses]

❛❛ Eu estou indo para Las Vegas semana que vem, você vai querer vir comigo? Tenho três shows para fazer e John pediu para que passasse na mansão antes de voltar para ‘cá.  ❜❜ Zatanna dizia distraidamente enquanto colocava os brincos procurando por seus sapatos na bagunça que ela e Dick tinham feito no quarto na noite anterior. ❛❛ As crianças não vão, achei que seria melhor não levá-los em meio a semanas de prova na faculdade e Mareen com Kiara, toda essa coisa, sabe? Então?  ❜❜ Colocou as mãos na cintura finalmente encarando Richard.  ❛❛ Você vai me responder ou vai ficar me olhando com essa cara?  ❜❜

[jeaniegreysummers]

‘ what happened? ’ || for @mistressofmagic​

Zatanna reminded her so much of Sara.

It wasn’t fair to compare one person to another. Jean was one of five children – she knew the damage that could come from people constantly looking between you and someone else – and yet she couldn’t stop the thought from passing across her mind every time she met with the other woman. Zatanna reminded her of Sara because she was funny, controlled even in her chaos, beautiful enough to draw every eye in the room, witty enough to make anyone want to be her. She walked into Xavier’s and she regarded the place with wonder and amazement, and there were so few who didn’t have a semblance of suspicion when Jean opened this part of her life up to them that she was truly remarkable in that regard. She was a good person, a good magician, a good friend.

And Jean was going to ruin all of that, just like she ruined all of Sara. She could tell herself it was to save the world, for a greater purpose, but she wasn’t sure it would be true. There was a voice in the back of her head screaming for her to burn down the kitchen, to leave it so that she was the only person standing here, Zatanna a distant memory and the students upstairs in bed asleep, never the wiser – but she swallowed it back, used her talent of packing away everything even vaguely inconvenient, and sat down at the island.

“I don’t know,” she said. But you do. The Danger Room had risen around her like a hundred times before, and she almost killed everyone in it. Losing control was natural, but that wasn’t what happened. She was frustrated and tired and the world needed to end. “I–” Her breath caught in her chest, and she looked down at her hands, nails red from picking at their edges. “I think there’s something seriously wrong with me.” Whispered like a confession, but there was nothing godly about this, not anymore.