hope bruce wayne has a wonderful day today! (i mean financing batman’s activities) (because it’s batman day and bruce wayne isn’t batman) also hope batman has a wonderful day today! (because it’s batman day and he’s batman) (no relation to bruce wayne except for the fact he’s his financer)
I call this “Musical Ecstasy”. Have you ever just become entranced when listening to music? Well, Jonah does it a lot.
It’s always extra nice when a drawing comes out exactly like how you envision it in your head… I wanted this Very Blue, as it’s Jonah’s color. And I had a lot of fun adding more fluorescent-y purple lighting, too.
Week two, day two! Once again the ball is in your court in choosing what you want to show appreciation for, though a few lesser options to pick between.
Second group in line is no other than the colorbomb that is Dirty Candy!
Thursday, September 9th –Favourite Dirty Candy song
Today is dedicated to Dirty Candy’s music. A chance for you to show appreciation to any of the group’s songs and choreography that you like especially much!
Tell us your favourite Dirty Candy song!
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Here we go. Meet Chief Molly O'Brien Dr. Juliet Bashir Lt. Cmdr. Worf Lt. Cmdr. Jadzen Dax Captain Bethany Sisko Major Kira Noren Constable Odo Alima Garak and Quark.
I know, I left some people out. Of course I left some people out. It’s Deep Space Nine. Damn thing’s bigger on the inside.
The best part of this was coming up with Garak and Quark’s ludicrous outfits. The costume design, you guys. Trek would not be the same without it. Team Bajor and Team One-Liners totally beat Team Starfleet on sheer quantity of colors used.
Speaking of Team Gets All The Best Lines In the Show, here’s a little bit about Quark (if Gaila is a male name, I see no reason why Quark can’t be a female name, even if it probably wasn’t the one she was born with.)
Quark was born a businessman. The fact that she was also born a female was Ferenginar’s problem, not hers. Of course, the FCA wouldn’t see it that way, so, with a pair of fake ears in one hand and the seventy-fifth Rule of Acquisition in the other, she set out across the stars to seek her fortune. Somehow, this landed her on a flying waste extraction unit way out in Bajoran space, where putting up with the Cardassians and keeping her stupid brother out of trouble quickly outstripped her gender on her list of problems. When the FCA inevitably found out and revoked her business license, Quark decided that, after surviving the Occupation, the Federation, and that time when all the Dabo girls caught the Ankaran flu at the same time, a little thing like excommunication from the Ferengi Alliance couldn’t do a damn thing to hold her back. She had nothing left to lose. So she sold the fake ears at a 175% markup, sent Odo the full Vulcan Love Slave anthology as thanks for keeping her mouth shut all these years (because of course that damn shapeshifter had known all along, of course), and resumed gouging customers, rigging tables, watering drinks - in other words, business as usual. She was no activist; she was a businessman, and she had a bar to run.
“Jaskier…” Gerald’s voice was filled with… a lack of emotion. But there was definitely a hint of concerned disappointment.
The Bard was starting at him in confusion, quite indifferent to the creature curled over his shoulders and staring at Geralt with unnaturally green eyes that seemed to glow even in midday light. It resembled a human child, if a human child could glow, had hair that was whiter than freshly fallen snow, floated, and had some sort of spectral tail instead of legs. Said tail was lazily wrapping around Jaskier’s left arm, the other half barely peeking over his right shoulder, little white clawed fingers gently curled over the shoulder.
The only reason he hadn’t drawn his sword was fear that the creature could slice off the Bard’s head before he could even touch his weapon. Jaskier didn’t seem to realize the danger he was in. That was some sort of specter, he wasn’t sure if it could be a wraith or a banshee, though banshees were thought to be only female spirits, either ghost was extremely dangerous.
“Come on, he has to be related to you! Look at his hair! And freaky eyes!” Those ‘freaky eyes’ were still staring at Geralt, wide and filled with some sort of emotion… not anger… curiosity? “You and Ciri have white hair! And weird eyes… oh wait this may actually be Ciri’s kid…” Jaskier trailed off, probably remembering the woman’s green eyes. “But no… this kid is too old and she’s what? 20? 25?”
“Jaskier!” Geralt snapped, causing the Ghost to flinch down behind Jaskiers shoulder, instead opting to stare at him from under Jaskier’s stretched out arm.
“Look, this is a kid with…” he glanced at the ghost, “weird… everything! I thought maybe you would at least know what to do!”
“We send it back to the grave is what we do.”
The ghost’s eyes went even wider and it pulled back fully to hide almost entirely behind Jaskier, the only indication that it was still there being it’s tail still being wrapped around Jaskier’s arm, which the Bard continued to throw around. “Oh for fucks sake-!” The bard swore, twisting to look at the Spector behind him, “you made him cry! Damnit Geralt, I know you aren’t a gentle bloke but he’s only 14! You know what!! Fuck you! I don’t need your help!!” Jaskier threw up his arms, spinning away from Geralt and exposing the ghost for a split second, before the ghost realized this and quickly scrambled to hide from Geralt’s view behind Jaskier again.
That split second was enough for Geralt to take in more information. He wore some sort of leather armour, dyed pitch black, his clawed fingers also appeared to be covered with white dyed leather gloves, and he had a white dyed leather belt around his waist with various pouches hanging off of it. Then there was the fact that the Spector wasn’t transparent. In fact, it was completely solid.That thing wasn’t a ghost. Not completely.
“Come on, kid. We don’t need the big scary Witcher!”
“That’s a Witcher?”
If Geralt hadn’t faced monsters and death on a daily basis, he would have jumped at the small voice that echoed from the creature, the noise not natural in any aspect and lingered on the ears. “Jaskier, that thing will killyou!”
Jaskier angrily spun around again, causing the creature scramble to hide again as the Bard pointed an angry finger at him, “this ‘thing’ has saved me way more than you ever have! And! And he was way more gentle about it! Do you know how much it hurts when you get saved and your saviour tells you it’s because you were acting stupid? Of course not because all you do is stare and grunt and give those looks- that look! That look right there!” Geralt was tempted to roll his eyes. “Danny, here, he saved me and then he asked if I was okay after! You never ask me if I’m okay! Just grab me and toss me then disappear like you always do!” This caused Geralt to pause.
“He… saved you?” He carefully asked.
Jaskier paused mid rant, “uh, yeah! Something about a burning building, the details aren’t important but basically he flew in, picked me up, flew me through a wall and saved me from burning alive. Everyone else in town chased him out after he saved their asses and I went looking for him. Introduced myself, shared a little tune I made for him while I was looking for him, and he hasn’t left my side since.”
“Ghosts don’t do that.”
“This one does! And Danny is the best companion I ever had! This kid can knock a bear out with a punch! So I would rather you not kill my brand new favourite person.”
“You can’t kill a ghost, they are already dead,” Geralt deadpanned.
“Danny isn’t a ghost,” Jaskier sneered.
Geralt sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “then what is he, expert of monsters and beasts?”
“That’s why we came to find you! Danny doesn’t know, and I don’t know, so we thought you would know! But if I knew you were going to bloody threaten him, I would have asked someone else!”
Geralt paused again, “… he doesn’t know what he is?”
“No!” Jaskier exclaimed, then glancing behind him to the ghost- whatever it was, still clinging to his back. The Bard seemed to listen to the whispered voice of the not ghost, then looked up at Geralt. “He says to throw all your weapons in the bush. And your belts of creature hurting objects.” The not ghost was peeking over Jaskier’s shoulder again, still hiding. If this thing could knock out a bear, why was he so scared of Geralt? It sounded like he had the potential to kill a Witcher.
Geralt didn’t ask why. He just grunted. This thing had been docile so far, and if anything got messy… he still had a bit of magic up his sleeve.
He did as the not ghost asked and dumped all his weapons and tools out of reach, holding up his hands to show he was unarmed.
The kid slowly uncurled from Jaskier, slipping off his shoulder and still hiding behind the bard. He peeked out from behind Jaskier’s waist, before slowly stepping fully out from behind him.
His tail was gone, replaced with legs.
Then there was a flash of light, causing Geralt to blink rapidly and look away. When he looked back, the not ghost was gone. And so was the strong aura of death, only hints still lingering around the child that stood where the not ghost had been.
Raven hair, eyes an ethereal pale blue, and inverted armour to that of what the not ghost had been wearing.
Despite it all Geralt could smell the one thing that confused him more than anything he had encountered yet.
