#Vertigo’s fun land

[thatweirdenby]

I drew Michael in the Vertigo’s Fun Land style because I have no chill. (This is like my favourite character and favourite art style)

[fishcop]

Pose practice cause I love this webcomic dearly

[starry-p]

Vertigo my beloved 😔

Read the comic this lovely character is from if you DARE!! Check out Vertigo's Fun Land on Tapas. https://tapas.io/series/Vertigos-Fun-Land

do you ever like someone’s ocs so much it makes you sick

[mtherhino]

If you have not read Vertigo’s fun land I would highly recommend. You can find it on tapas and it is one of the most intricate and intriguing stories I’ve ever read. It’s currently on hiatus but the updates are always worth the wait.

[oliveroil112]

[fugly-b1tch]

Name: Vertigo's fun land

Where to read: Tapas

Genre: Horror

Name: Daughter of a thousand faces

Where to read: Tapas

Genre: Fantasy

[bober-san]

Soo many hands...

[northwestofinsanity]

*Sees one of three light bulbs on the bathroom ceiling light go out the day after I fell off a ladder while fighting with the fluorescent tube light fixture on the kitchen ceiling* “Y’all… no. We’re not doing this tonight.”

[nefkyo]

I have been religiously reading Vertigo's Fun Land to catch up on the last few episodes before the artist's hiatus, it's so good. The lore is insane, the colors are so captivating!!! My skin is clearer and my flesh is sweeter than ever!!!

[aaaaaaaaadaaaaaaaaaaaa]

Go read Vertigo's Fun Land! its my favorite webcomic, the vibes are inscrutable

anyway 2229 art by i

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Crash and Burn 6

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Tony Stark

Summary: a powerful man comes crashing into your life. Literally.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You land on your back. The constant wind tunnel has left you dizzy and buzzing. Your body feels hollow as you lay vibrating on the ground—floor? 

The helmet retracts from your head and the rest of the suit collapses. You’re left panting at the ceiling as Tony casually strolls around you. He chuckles as he stands above your head and bends to look down at you. 

“You good, sweetheart?” He taunts. 

You growl and sit up furiously. You’re nearly bowled over as the effort swims in your head but you resist the spin of the walls. You stand and grip your skull, blinking as you try to clear away the vertigo.  

The large window panel slowly slides itself back into place. On the other side, a view of the dimming city skyline twinkles back at you. You keep space between you and Tony as you take in the strange place. Leather, acrylic, dark wood. It’s a tapestry of luxury that puts your own existence to shame, even before he blew it shrapnel. 

“Why did you bring me here?” You hiss. 

“Long flight, huh? Bit of turbulence,” he shrugs off his jacket and struts across the room. “I could use a drink. How about you?” 

“I want to go home--” 

“Sweetheart, we went over this. Your mom lost her home and I replaced that. You weren’t part of the conversation.” He steps around the bar and folds his blazer over the end. He sidles along and grabs a full-bellied decanter of liquor from beneath. “I didn’t think it was very motherly of her but I guess you didn’t contribute much.” 

“I paid her rent. Half—it doesn’t matter. That’s not your business.” You storm across the room, larger on its own than the breadth of the trailer he destroyed. “It’s for me and my mother to sort out. Take me home.” 

“Again,” he grimaces, but it’s almost sarcastic, and he clinks down two empty tumblers. “What home?” 

You scoff then snarl, then step back and frown. You drop your head as you grip your hips. You need to call your mom—but you don’t have your phone. You have nothing. Everything you ever had was in the trailer and the only thing you saved was left behind. No wallet, no phone, nothing to get yourself out of here. 

“You can’t do this? Is this what you do? You just want something and take it? Demand it? I’m a person. You can’t just steal me--” 

“I didn’t steal you,” he pours the whiskey. “I made a fair deal.” He nudges a glass towards you and smirks. “Have a drink, it’ll help. I get it, backwoods girl in the city, it’s scary. You gotta adjust--” 

You take the glass and hurl the whiskey in his face. The liquid splashes down his shirt and tie and soaks his hair. You slam the tumbler down and sneer. “Why are you doing this to me?” 

He’s silent as he turns and grabs a fabric napkin. He unfolds it, calmly, and wipes his face. He dabs the fabric of his shirt and looks at you. His nose flares. 

“Post has been removed. Reported for misinformation, so, I don’t need you to go in and hit that magic button. Oh, but I do have my team cleaning up your social media. Just in case you have something nasty buried in that bodunk past.” He says. 

“What? I don’t-- why? Over a post? The truth? So why waste your energy? On me? What—if the post is down--” 

“Sweetheart, I can’t lie. The post led me to you but it didn’t keep me around. That was you. You’re... fun? Interesting?” He narrows his eyes as his cheek dimples, “hard to say but you do get my motor running so I went with the mood. Or how is it you younger folk say, the vibe.” 

It takes all your restraint not to roll your eyes. You cross your arms and glare back at him defiantly. 

“Bullshit. You’re Tony Stark. Everyone, even some smalltown rat like me, knows who you are. You got them lined down the block so I’d rather not join the queue--” You sniff. 

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. The playboy thing plays well among the male demographic, twenty to forty-five. The young ones want to make it big and get the pussy, the old ones are married and wished they’d done it all different. Their dicks stop working with all that stress and their wives are too busy to even try to wake it up so--” 

“Ew. You’re disgusting.” 

“Hey, I do well with your demographic too. I mean, the ladies don’t line up for nothing,” he snickers. “And what do you know, you got a VIP pass.” 

He raises his glass and drinks. The slurping sound further agitates you. You clamp your lips shut and turn to look around. You take it all in. You feel out of place. Not just knowing you’re as far from home as you’ve ever been, but the decor alone. You slept on a dining table that converted to a bed for the best of the decade. You’re not exactly from the high-life. 

You retreat back to the window and gaze out at the New York silhouette. Your stomach boils and your vision blurs. You hate that he can just do this. That you have no way to stop him.  

Worse than everything else, your mom did this. You don’t what he told her, if he prettied up his intent, but it doesn’t matter. Your mom had always been so eager to get rid of you. She dated a guy once and when they split, he tried to ask you out. She actually encouraged him. You should’ve seen this coming. 

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Tony steps up next to you, the smell of alcohol roiling off of him. “It’ll make me tolerable. That and the sex.” He slaps your ass and you squeak, instinctively shoving him away. “I’m telling you, have some whiskey, it’ll loosen you up.” He offers a new glass of the dark liquor. “Nurse it, don’t down it all at once. I want you to think. Have I asked for permission so far? Am I going to start?” 

You stare at him. Your breath is trapped in your chest. His meaning is clear. You couldn’t stop him before and you won’t stop him now. You take the liquor and turn back to the window. It might at least dull your emotions. You don’t want to feel any of this. 

[kosagum]

it's not always easy — choso kamo · fluff · 1k words

summary: you want to show choso how much you love him, but it's not always easy.

“you know, i like you a lot more than you realize,” you mumble.

you feel your world start to sway due to the copious amount of shots you took. your vertigo is relieved by the gentle breeze coming from the window of your apartment, where you are lying down on your boyfriend’s lap.

slowly you peer up at him, meeting CHOSO’s intense gaze. you quickly tear your eyes from his and start to study the couch next to you.

choso has always looked at you with so much adoration. he’ll completely stop what he’s doing to just look at you with a dopey, boyish grin on his face. the same one that always makes you attack him with kisses whenever you catch it.

you still feel his eyes on you.

“stop staring at me—”

“you’re so beautiful.”

“mm.”

you keep your eyes away from his as you now search for something else to look at, landing on the assortment of drinks you two scattered on your table. you thought it would be fun to have some drinks in the comfort of your own home. choso loved the idea and made an entire night of it.

he’s always been so thoughtful. choso does little things like making sure you’ve eaten, checking on you after work, paying for you. but you’ll never forget when he stayed with you the entire day after you bombed one of your finals, constantly doting on you, bringing you your favorite foods, and buying you gifts when you were too distraught to do anything besides lay there and cry.

you thought you could marry that man right then and there.

he never shies away from showing you his true love and affection for you, no matter how nervous he may feel. you don’t have as easy a time showing your love for him as he does, and it weighs on you.

choso hums back and strokes your cheek, “i know you like me, i never doubted it for a second.”

“i know, but i just feel like i never show it the same way you do. i always act so embarrassed and barely reciprocate it back,” you slur as you look up at choso with furrowed brows. “i don’t know. if you did that to me, i would be soooo sad.”

choso gently tries to smooth your forehead so you’re relaxed again. he finds himself wondering where this is even coming from; he hasn’t once questioned your love for him. he understands that you don’t find expressing yourself as simple as he does; everyone just has different ways of expressing themselves.

“you just have a more reserved way of showing it—”

“no! that’s not an excuse,” you interject. “i know i shy away from the touches you give me sometimes, but don’t think it’s because i don’t like you. i’ve just never done this before.”

you finally look back up at choso, feeling your cheeks become warm.

“you’re such a natural, and i’m kinda just… flailing around. i sometimes feel so stupid. but that isn’t an excuse! i adore you so much, so so so much, choso.”

choso feels a grin escaping him, but tries to keep it together. he relieves himself by kissing your forehead.

“listen chocho, the moment you came into my life, i actually felt myself starting to enjoy it. every time you reach for my hand in public, i feel like absolute shit for pulling my hand away. or when you try to give me a kiss. i wanna love you so outwardly and loudly, don’t think i don’t!” you hiccup. “there are times where i wanna yell, ‘i miss my boyfriend!’ in the middle of work. there are other times when i just wanna start twirling around singing, ‘he likes me! he likes meeee!’”

choso feels his heart fill when hearing your words. despite him never mistaking your shyness for disinterest, it still felt amazing to know you love him as much as he loves you.

“even when i dodge your affections, you still look at me like i’m the only person to exist. and i don’t know how you do it cause i would be sulking if i was in your position,” you giggle.

like clockwork, choso looks down at you with that same lovesick look he always gives you, his face red from a mixture of your drinks and the deep love he holds for you.

even in his inebriated state, he knows he’s going to remember this for his entire life. he’ll make sure you’ll remember this too.

his hand delicately traces over your face and your features. his eyes wander all over, trying to sear the image of you lying in his lap into his head. he closes them and places his forehead onto yours, staying like that for a moment before moving to kiss you on the lips.

the kiss is filled with so much tenderness and affection you both practically become one, trying to quell the giggles threatening to release themselves from between your lips. his hands slowly find yours, and he interlocks your fingers together as he deepens the kiss.

he doesn’t want to let this moment go. but he hesitantly pulls back, feeling himself starting to run out of air.

you smile to yourself, beginning to question why you thought choso would ever doubt you. before you could delve too deep into those thoughts, you feel choso barrage your face with kisses, ending each one with a cute “muah!” you laugh, trying to escape, but choso holds you in place.

after you both catch your breaths, he snorts, “chocho?”

“what? you don’t like it?”

“i love it actually, just like i love you.”

“ah—” feeling your face heat up, you turn away from him. but this time, you feel choso softly pull your face to look at his.

realizing you can’t escape, you draw one of choso’s hands back into yours and slowly weave your fingers into his once again, bringing his hand to your face and drawing it closer to your lips. giving the back of it feather kisses, you look up at choso and feel whatever anxiety you had disappear.

“i love you too.”

[clownomics]

This Blog Tastes Funny

[note: some links may not work on mobile]

Hi! This blog is for my silly and surreal worldbuilding project about an alternate version of our world where clowns are not people but rather a type of anomalous animal and thus are used as pets, entertainers/mascots, and even in agriculture and the meat industry.

If you've been on Tumblr for a while you'll quickly see the connection to Clown Husbandry which is certainly one of my main inspirations. However, I also want to credit Mutatedeye, especially the early work on their surreal webcomic Vertigo's Fun Land for the meatcore horror aspect of this world.

Although these influences are evident, I've also included details such as an alternate history of clown-related industries in the economic landscape (the eclownomy if you will) as well as speculative evolution/biology including a phylogenetic tree of how the different clown breeds are related. Additionally, I tried to expand on the world itself by creating clown-related megacorporations and ecosystems with other surreal circus themed flora and fauna.

All of this can be found under the 'Navigation' section of this blog (if you're on desktop, may not work for mobile). But all the worldbuilding lore can also be found on the Master Google Doc.

I also have a Clownology instagram @clown.ology where I'll be posting more consistently!

This blog will mostly serve as an archive for the art related to this project including things about the multiple clown OCs I've made set within this world :)

Thats all! Hope you enjoy my shenanigans

[vodika-vibes]

can I request acacia and purple lilac with fixer? maybe some fluff with a jedi reader who thinks someone so brisk and no-nonsense as fixer could never want a naive jedi who's so unsure of herself, but she doesn't realize the rest of delta squad can see how obvious her "secret" affection is, and are all rooting for her? hope that's not to o much detail. :^) have fun!!!

On Your Order

Summary: You've been in love with Fixer for a while, but think he doesn't feel the same.

Pairing: Clone Commando Fixer x F!JediReader

Prompt: Acacia - Secret love, Purple Lilac - First Love

Word Count: 1565

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: So, full disclosure, I woke up with awful vertigo this morning, so I'm surprised I was able to write anything at all. Sadly, I no longer have vertigo medicine. Anyway, I hope this is close to what you wanted!

You’ve never been in love before.

At least, if you have, it’s never felt like this before.

It’s never felt so real.

You rest your chin on your folded arms as you watch the men from Delta walk around the ship, preparing for the upcoming mission. Your gaze jumps from Scorch, who’s checking his weapons, and then over to Sev, who’s polishing his armor, and then finally your gaze lands on Fixer, who is reading over the mission brief again.

You love Fixer.

You do.

He’s so serious and stern and no-nonsense. And he follows all of the rules to the letter.

And you love him anyway.

It’s embarrassing.

It’s pathetic.

Even if Fixer didn’t follow all of the rules all of the time, he still wouldn’t be interested in you. You know this. You’re too jedi. Too naive. Too self-conscious.

A hand lands between your shoulder blades, and Boss leans over you, “You’re staring.”

“I’m thinking.” You reply.

“Hm, about Fixer?” Boss asks as he slides into the seat next to you.

You scowl at him, “Just in general,” You finally say as you turn to look at him, “We’ll be landing soon, I’m guessing.”

“Soonish.” He gazes at you thoughtfully, “You know we’re all on your side, right?”

“I’m sorry?”

“We,” He motions to himself, Scorch, and Sev, “Think that you’d be good for Fixer. So we’re rooting for you.”

You blink at him, twice, and then turn to bury your face in your arms, “Is it that obvious?”

“Yeah, just a bit.”

“Ugh…how humiliating.”

“It’s cute.”

“Please stop talking.” You say quietly, and then you lift your head when the ship makes a noise, announcing your arrival on the planet, “Ah. Time for work.”

“So it would seem.”

You get to your feet and walk over to the side door, pressing the button to slide the door open. And then you crouch near the exit, “That’s a lot of droids,”

“There’s no way we can land here.” Fixer says, his hand resting lightly on your shoulder, to offer you support.

“Yeah, but this is the only way in,” Scorch points out, “It’s not like there’s a back entrance.”

“We can make one.” Sev says, “Enough explosives-”

“Bad idea,” Boss interrupts, he turns his gaze towards you, “Suggestions.”

“Land the ship further back, you’ll just have to walk a little more.” You finally say as you stand and pull your saber into your hands.

“What about you?” Scorch asks with a small frown.

“I’m going out there.” You reply as you toss your outer robe over a chair, “I’ll clear some space for you all.”

“It’s too dangerous.” Fixer counters.

“More dangerous than leaving our vulnerable drop ship open to enemy fire?” You ask with a pointed look at Fixer, “I realize that you think I’m incompetent,” And wow, it hurts to finally say that outloud, “But I was assigned as your Jedi for a reason.”

Fixer blinks, “Wha-? I don’t think you’re incompetent-”

“Now is not the time,” Boss barks, “General, go. Be careful. We’ll catch up when we can.”

You nod at him, and flash a small smile, “Happy hunting, boys.” And then you jump out of the ship. You use the force so slow your descent and you light your sabers before you hit the ground.

You hear the ship fly off, and you settle yourself in the force.

It’s just you now. You and the force, and what seems like half a million droids.

Pity.

If they wanted to win they would have sent more droids.

Fixer grips his blaster tightly, anxiety and worry making him more tense than usual.

He can’t get her words out of his mind. “I realize you think I’m incompetent.” She said before jumping out of the ship to fight an army on her own.

She can’t possibly think that he thinks that, right?

And if she does, what does that say about how he’s been treating her?

He’s been nothing but respectful towards her. And he does respect her. He respects the hell out of her. And more.

Fixer isn’t the type of man to lie to himself, and he’s not going to start now. 

He knows that his eyes drift to her during downtime. How he watches her hair sway when she walks. How he stands closer to her just so that he might be able to catch a hint of the citrusy scented shampoo she uses. How he sometimes hates Scorch for being able to make her laugh.

He’s enamored. He knows it. And he knows that his brothers know it.

And he also knows that she’s so far outside his reach that, even standing next to him, she might as well be in another system.

But she’s not standing next to him.

She’s kilometers away. Fighting a battle all on her own. With no support but what she can give herself with her blades.

And he hates it.

“You need to relax, vod.” Boss says as he leads his brothers through the undergrowth, “She’s going to be fine. She wouldn’t have offered if she wasn’t able to hold her own.”

Fixer bristles, “I don’t think she’s not able to hold her own.” He snaps, “I think she shouldn’t have to.”

“Oh my god,” Scorch finally blurts, “Vod. Fixer. The General-” He swears as Sev smacks him hard, “What the kriff!”

“That’s not for you to tell.” Sev says severely.

“Someone needs to say something!” Scorch hisses.

“Yeah. But not you.” Sev counters.

“Quiet.” Boss’ order cuts through the bickering like a knife, “Gunfire.”

The men lift their blasters and slowly continue forward, being careful to be as quiet as they can. They push through the brush, and into a clearing, where they see their General darting this way and that, her crystal blue lightsabers a blur with how quickly she’s moving.

The men of Delta immediately enter the fray, falling into the familiar strategy of using their General as bait to draw out the droids.

And as the last droid falls to a combination of Sev’s sniper and the General’s blade, she straightens and deactivates her blades. She turns to greet them with a small smile, there’s oil on her robes and several burns on her face, “Nice of you to join me.”

“What happened?” Fixer asks as he steps closer and fishes some bacta out of one of his pouches.

“Some of these droids are rigged to explode if someone uses a lightsaber against them,” She winces as he applies bacta to one of the burns, “They look the same as the other droids though.”

“So we should stick to using blasters for now,” Boss says thoughtfully, “Do you need a break?”

“I’m good to continue.”

“Good enough for me. What did you see?”

“It looks like there are two facilities.” The General replies with a frown, “Which is one more facility than we were expecting. One seems to be producing droids, while the other looks to be an information hub. We should hit both of them.”

“Agreed.” Boss says with a single nod. He falls silent for a moment, “Fixer, you and the General will hit up the information hub. We will deal with the droids.”

“You sure?” The General asks.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” Boss replies dryly, “Sev, Scorch. We’re heading in.”

And then Fixer is alone with the General.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” He asks.

“Just some burns,” She holds up a hand to show off the blisters, “But it’s fine.”

Fixer sighs and tugs his helmet off, “We have time to treat those, General.” He says as he takes her hand and carefully applies bacta to the burns.

“...sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’m happy to help.” Fixer kind of hates that he’s wearing his gloves now, though, because he wants nothing more than to touch her. He’s quiet for a moment, “You know, I don’t think you’re incompetent, General.”

“You don’t?”

“No. I respect you and everything you do for us…and I just…” He trails off, “I wish you would be more careful.”

“If I have to get a scar to keep you and your brothers from getting hurt-”

“No.” Fixer interrupts, “I don’t want you getting hurt at all. I hate seeing you get hurt.”

“Oh.”

“I just…I…” He trails off, “Why did you have to be a jedi? All of the things I want to say to you aren’t allowed-”

She blinks at him, and Fixer averts his gaze as he grabs his helmet, “Fixer,” She stops him from putting his helmet on, “What do you mean?”

“I mean I’m in love with you, but you’re a Jedi and aren’t allowed to be in relationships.” Fixer says, “So…so all I can do is admire you and love you from afar.”

She’s quiet for a moment, “I think there’s been something of a cultural misunderstanding.” She finally says, “I’m not forbidden from loving or having relationships. Attachments are forbidden, but attachments aren’t love, Fixer.”

“...can you be more specific?”

“Yes, but not now.” She stands on her toes and kisses his cheek, and Fixer feels his heart doing backflips in his chest, “For now, just know that I love you too. And that I would like to see where this takes us.”

“Oh.” He sighs.

“And now we have a job to do.”

“I…yes General. On your order.”

[merchant-wizard-and-jerry]

“Hello, I’m the friendly wizard _____. My name got taken by a fey prince but it hasn’t really hampered my life. Anyways I am new to this wider wizard community and would like to get along. I have a magic book, a cart, and a friend. His name is Jerry, he is a fungus colony that has taken over my magic book and acts sort of as my patron. He…is a little weird but great fun.”

*sound of an explosion in the background, a book flys by being chased by goblin shamans casting fire ball*

“He is…”

“He is fine.”

“Anyways, I am here to sell goods and make a small profit. If you need something I’ll see what I can do : ) ”

“Also apparently I helped smuggle an amnesiac @fattocatto-wizard out of the city in my wagon. That was a shock, though he was just a cat.

Character Cheat sheet

( 3 currency to 16 silver crowns and 2 copper crowns)

(3 skulls to a coin)

(2 currency to 1 gold)

(100 currency to a 1000 grams gold bar)

(1 currency per 10 grams of gold)

(Current balance 89,359.250,001 currency, one penny, 23 meat pucks, 14 pounds, 2 gold coins one with Julius Cesar on it, 3 naturally-grown mana stones, 2 highly enchant able metal pieces, and one bar, 1 special bug corpse, 1576.5 gold, silver 18, 70 aus, 5kg silver, magic dirt house size. 24 counterfeit currency. Moss/lichen-coded bio stone. An inverse cold torch. 99 BG silver. EMERALD LINCOLN, GOLDEN CARROT, 200 SALTED MEAT DISKS, 200 POLISHED ROCKS, 82 FIGET SPINNERS!, A FULLY EQUIPPED LICH'S DUNGEON, and a cardboard box (magic black marble).” Invisibility stone, a bundle of drake feathers, quantum locked rock, raw gold. 9 Gold coming from the green goblin empire, 50 mushrooms, 92 secret society emblem. 5 trans enchanted gold coins, 2 skull coin, ancient lost civilization fragment, 5 glistening green metallic coin, 31 writhing bugs of gold, jade coin. Pile of gold coins and gold coin bugs, pile of shines from harpy, dust, quantum glass shards, bag of tooth shaped candy, 6720 candies from the festival, bag of holding money bag, 68 money bags, 500 flat Foxen, double sided dollar coin, 3 floppies, a Brahman horn, a medkit, a few candy bars, and an umbrella, 130 goblins eggs (goblin cooked chicken eggs.), 17 bars of pure gold, 1 crate of guns, temp singularity potion. 762 grasshoppers glow in the dark.Book on the formation patterns of natural portals - @serious-tabaxi. Edward Evandrian’s expired library card. Gems and frenicx mother gem and a junkarian leap amethyst. white mithril sapling. Timeseed, infinite note book, time tunnel. A nice gold bag. bag full of candied scorpions 💰, large gem stone. 💰 💰 💰, gems = 70currency. 1/3rd a gold bar. Compass map, it's keyed to the Island of Silence. N=10^7 menger sponge. 2416 shadow cloaks, 52 shiny stones. 20$, 3 gold coins 100 grams. Gummy worms. 100 journals of Ventus Asamuran, Last Peacekeeper of Har Aminas. car keys, box of a 27 rusted necklaces with warding spells. an amulet made of stone, with blue rectangular crystals growing out of it. 48 shiny stones, 30 currency worth of silver. 3 sets of custom made chips @crickled-thorn-thug. Gold potion It opens a portal to the realm of metals! It causes any land within 20 feet to be transmuted, temporarily, into a variety of metals. If left untouched, the land reverts after a day. If harvested, the stuff stays metal and can be used. It also causes uhh 20 gold peices to spawn, and anyone within the radius to get a bit of vertigo. Causes slight iron deficiency, for some reason. 23 bouquets of metalic flowers. They're grown beneath volcanic chambers, uses the heat of magma as a supplement for sunlight. Given their environment, they grow petals sharper than claws and harder than steel. They can be used for creating armours and weapons. one box of nightmare inducing Mac and cheese)

(Currently holding baby dire bunnies. A ring of mana (covers energy into mana. Only suitable if you don’t have mana)

(Jerry’s balance 13 gold, a fancy rock, 1 coin, flower petals (snacks for later), harpy eyes, feathers, vocal cords, and talons, a coin with @informis-the-many-faced on it, it is locked away for emergencies. bottle of magic mold rejuvenation powder, wooden key @crickled-thorn-thug)

(Warlocks of Jerry @fungal-boy-witch-yay @ignisuadaroleplay @life-is-okay-rn2 I think that is who it was…)

(Possessions - wealth stone, Antidote stone)

Owner of membership cards

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@the-final-knight-2

@confused-sorcerer

@bi-gender-sorcerer (+ 10% off for employee discount)

@the-mighty-dalob

@detectivewizzard

@goblin-wizard-in-the-making

@serious-tabaxi

@weltreths-wanderings

@ignisuadaroleplay (will)

@shittest-wizard-ever

@wizard-wylin-wylerian

@akronus-and-associates (the primordials)

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@hallowed-the-silver-gun

@jormungand-seas-champion

@crow-natures-wrath

@antros-ember-of-fear

@akronus-the-redeemed

@clockwork-time-watcher

@aldira-born-anew

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@wizard-ghost

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Vertigo

(Things in bold are texts.)

“The League told us to stay here. I don’t think this is a good idea,” Kaldur’ahm (Aqualad) says as the others get ready. 

“That’s because you’re a killjoy,” Wally West (Kid-Flash) replies. 

“I actually agree with him,” Conner Kent (Superboy) offers. 

“But it’ll be fun,” M’gann M’orzz (Miss Martian) says. 

“I just have nothing better to do,” Artemis replies. “And directly disobeying Green Arrow is in my top five favorite things to do.” 

Richard Grayson (Robin, the first one) is leaning against the wall with his arms folded. 

“What do you think, Robin?” M’gann asks. 

“I think that I’d rather be at home right now,” Dick answers. “But Batman said that coming here is still important even when I don’t want to.” 

“What’s going on?” Kaldur asks. 

“Lots of things. Nothing in my control,” Dick replies. “Let’s get out of here.” 

They all get into the Bioship and head towards the town. The ride is quiet outside of Wally humming and tapping. M’gann lands the Bioship outside of town and puts it into camouflage mode. They all walk into town and start looking around at the quaint, little place. 

Wally pulls his phone out of his pocket and silences it. “Barry’s been texting me for like ten minutes straight.” 

“I should probably check that,” Dick says. 

He pulls his phone out and notices that Bruce texted him ten minutes ago, asking where he was. Dick smiles and clicks on it so he can answer. Bruce is benched right now due to an injury, so he keeps asking where Dick is so he can keep tabs without the Batcomputer. 

Me: Out with the team. 

Bruce: Alright, be safe. 

Me: I will. Kaldur was worried about going out, so I’ve been keeping a close eye on the things around us. This pollen is making my eyes itchy. 

Bruce: Did you take something? 

Dick makes a face. 

Me: Maybe. 

Bruce: So no? 

Me: Yeah, no. I’ll be fine though. It’s not that bad. 

Bruce: Alright, as long as you’re sure. 

Me: I am. I’ll talk to you later. 

Bruce: Where are you with the team? 

Me: You remember that little town outside of Happy Harbor? The one that we went to in the Bioship? It’s that one. 

Bruce: Alright, have fun. 

Me: Thanks, I will. 

“You seem distracted,” Kaldur says. 

“My dad’s at home with an injury,” Dick says. “He’s just keeping up with me.” 

“Oh, should we make your dad something?” M’gann asks. “How have we never met your dad before?” 

“The same way you haven’t met Wally’s or Kaldur’s. Timing and convenience haven’t met for that. And anyway, secret identity.” 

“I think that’s no fun though,” M’gann says. 

“Well, we all have respect for each other, so we don’t press it,” Artemis says, grabbing Wally’s hand. 

They walk through town for a while, M’gann dragging Conner most of the time. Dick laughs when he notices that it looks like Conner’s having to force himself to let her drag him. A chill runs through Dick’s spine, stopping his laughter in an instant. 

Kaldur notices the change immediately and turns. “What is it, Robin?” 

Dick pulls his utility belt out and Kaldur starts looking around. There’s almost nobody in the area, which is normal for a weekday when most people have school and work. Even though he can’t see anyone, Dick’s sure that they’re there. 

“You alright?” Wally asks, jogging over. 

“Someone’s here,” Dick says quietly. 

“Yeah, I figured you thought that.” 

Dick hears something coming from one of the buildings, so he goes to investigate. Footsteps behind him, so he gives it a glance. Artemis is behind him. 

“Hey, Robin. Why did we split up from the others?” Artemis asks. 

“I split up, you chose to follow me,” Dick answers. 

Dick hears something crash outside, so he and Artemis rush outside. Dick’s ears start ringing. Artemis drops to her knees. Dick looks around and sees Vertigo. 

He starts throwing Batarangs at him while taking stock of the situation. All of the others are down. M’gann has some kind of device attached to her while the others just seem to be affected by Vertigo’s powers. The ringing in his ears gets worse. He squints, but keeps throwing Batarangs at the guy. 

“You’re different then the girl,” he says. 

Dick manages to land a hit on him, the Batarang finding home in the guy’s forearm. He groans, then waves his other hand in Dick’s direction. A wave of nausea hits him along with the feeling of being off-balance. Dick stumbles, but stays standing. 

“You… a… pest,” he says, Dick not able to completely hear him over the ringing in his ears, which has gotten louder. 

Dick moves forward to attack again and stumbles again, feeling like he’s being pulled to the right. He sees Wally struggling to get up. Vertigo shoves his hand towards Wally and Wally starts throwing up. 

Robin’s symptoms ease up some, so he doesn’t feel like he’s being pulled anymore. Dick closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He opens them and runs at Vertigo. He slams into the villain and stabs him in the shoulder with a Batarang. He cries out. 

“Thanks, Kid,” Dick spits out. 

Vertigo throws Robin off of him and he gets up. He tries to run away and is stopped by Wally grabbing his ankle and tripping him. Robin hears Vertigo’s head crack against the sidewalk. He sits up, actively having to force himself not to throw up. Wally’s attempting to get up and Conner’s already on his knees. Artemis and M’gann are still lying where they fell at the beginning of the fight. 

“Robin!” 

Dick turns and sees Batman striding towards him. 

“Da…” Dick’s vision blacks out and he passes out. 

Dick wakes up to the sound of something falling to the ground. He opens his eyes and the world is dark tinged. He raises his hand and touches glasses. 

I’m wearing sunglasses.  

He sits up and his head starts pounding and nausea hits him. 

“Hey, take it easy, dude,” Wally says, rushing over to him. “Vertigo really did a number on you.” 

“Is everyone else okay?” Dick chokes out, trying to ignore the nausea. 

“Yeah, everyone’s okay. Conner and I got the least and M’gann’s already fully recovered. You and Artemis got the worst of it, so just rest. Batman’s talking with the other League members, trying to figure out what happened and how he got that tech. You look bad, so just let us take care of it. We can handle it .” 

“Can you get my dad please, Wally?” Dick whispers. 

Wally nods, then heads out of the room. Conner’s giving Dick a weird look from across the room, but Dick adds it up to him always being weird. M’gann walks back in and heads straight to Conner. Bruce walks into the room with Wally. Wally heads to Artemis while Bruce walks over to Dick. 

“Hey, how are you doing?” Bruce asks. 

“I’m fine. Your leg,” Dick says. 

“I’m fine. I’m in a brace.” 

“Can we go home?” 

“We can’t risk taking you through a Zeta-Tube. In a bit, I promise.” 

Dick gives him a thumbs up. 

“You fought well,” Bruce says. “I looked over the footage. Is your head alright?” 

“My ears and head still hurt, along with the imminent sense that I’m going to throw up everything that I’ve eaten. Other than that, I’m good,” Dick replies. 

Bruce nods. “Just take it easy. We’ve got Martian Manhunter coming in to make sure that none of you have any brain damage. Once that’s done, we’ll head back to the Batcave.” 

“Sounds good.” 

It takes almost an hour for Martian Manhunter to show up and once he clears everyone, Bruce takes Dick back to the Batcave. 

“You shouldn’t be carrying me,” Dick says, leaning his head against Bruce’s chest. 

“You’re my child. I will carry you as long as I can. It’s the principle.” 

Dick sighs. “Alright.” 

Bruce takes him upstairs and settles him down on the couch. “I’ll be right back and then we can nap.” 

Dick nods, then fiddles with his hoodie strings until Bruce gets back up. The two fall asleep with Dick leaning against Bruce.