Another Superheroine in Disguise?

I dunno, but it seems that San Diego is a hot spot for undercover heroines!

Power Groupie!

Yup she's hanging out at the pool to have her photo taken with her favorite superheroines!

Powergirl, Powerbabe or Power model?

I report...you decide.

Superheroine or Supercheerleader?

I report...you decide

Another Superheroine Convention Update

Miss Marvel is not going to make it...or is she?

Superheroine Convention Update!

Wonder Woman is going to be late, she's a little tied up at the moment.

Battling Headaches

Cobra field tested their new headache projector on me. It worked, I've been suffering from them for almost three days now. Mercifully a USN air strike took it out and I'm slowly getting back to my old self.

So, in the meantime, here's a little smexy pic of Elektra's fabulous rear end!

Larry the Lobster

I finally finished a story that I originally drew way back in 1996. I started rewriting it last year and it hit a brick wall. I threw a new friend from Myspace and it took new life. It's finished and now I have to edit it. I'll be posting it soon!

The New Vampirella?

Good Lord I hope not. She looks more like Misty Knight than Vampirella.

Paging Nurse Harley!

‘Twas night before Labor Day and my donut shop was buzzing with hungry shoppers who couldn’t wait to get their hands on my, er, Dana’s apple cider donuts. I was seeing if they would still be a best seller; I was thrilled, I couldn’t keep ‘em in stock! They were literally flying out of the bins. There was a lull in the action and I sat down to take a breath, it didn’t last long as Harley Quinn came bouncing in.

“Hiya, Ryan!” she giggled.

“Harley!” I smiled. I saw she was wearing a risque looking little nurse’s outfit. My naughty eyes painting every square inch of her spectacular body; so I decided to have some fun. “So, what are you?”

She giggled and twirled around for me to see, “I’m playing dress up! I’m a nurse!”

“You make a great nurse,” I stated going along with the act, “Too bad I’m not hurt or anything.”

The cute blonde put her head back and placed her slender finger on her chin as she thought aloud, “Hmmmm, well, if you ever get roughed up; I can fix you.”

I sarcastically replied, “Can you give me a few minutes to figure out how to get roughed up?”

I shouldn’t have said that; next thing I knew, Harley’s fist slammed into my shoulder. I quickly grabbed it as I yelped in pain, “OW! Hey, you don’t know your own strength!”

The sexy nurse ignored my comment as she removed the shiny cold brass knuckles from her slender fingers and asked, “How’s that? Pain? Yes? No?” She momentarily paused and finished, “Say ‘Ah’, turn your head and cough.”

I rubbed my aching shoulder and did what Nurse Quinn told me to do. I turned my head and coughed three times

“I see your problem,” Harley stated as she massaged my shoulder, “Somebody recently punched you.” She then laughed, “Ha! Am I great at this medical stuff or what,” and in the same breath handed me a piece of paper, “Here’s my bill.”

“Bill?” I said quizzically as I took the flimsy piece of paper I looked incredulously at the ‘bill’, my eyes nearly exploded out of my skull, “500 BUCKS?!?!? WHAT THE?!?!?”

Without batting an eyelash the mannequin nurse smiled, “I take credit cards.” She stopped and pointed at the paper, “Notice the chicken scratch handwriting? “ Quinn closed her eyes, folded her white gloved hands behind her back and smiled proudly, “That’s how you know I’m a top notch medical person…thing…nurse lady!”

There was no way on God’s green Earth that I was going to pay $500 bucks for her little prognosis. I put the paper down and balked in my usual dry manner, “How about a kiss, movie, and a dinner?”

“Sure thing handsome,” she replied flatly, twisting her upper torso back and forth, “But that will cost you extra.”

“Huh? Extra? I'm paying for it, how can it be extra?” I exclaimed. All this silly stress raised my blood pressure; next thing I knew I had a headache. I grimaced as I placed my hand on my aching temple. I moaned, “Ouch. All this mental strain is giving me a headache.”

Harley’s fair face lit up like a Christmas tree, “Ah a headache?! I can fix that too; take two of these,” she stated as she pulled some random colored looking pills out of her little medical kit, “and call me in the morning!”

I glanced down at the pills and then up at her beaming face. I raised an eyebrow for I was skeptical; you’d be too if you were in my shoes. I asked, “What are they? They look sorta conspicuous?”

Harley glanced down at the pills and shrugged her shoulders, “Hmm, I dunno.” She took them and popped them into her mouth as I watched in total disbelief. My sexy nurse smiled almost like Mr. J. “Ooooh! Skittles! My favorite!”

“Skittles!” I thundered, “That’s pure sugar! That’ll make my headache worse!” I was wrong for all that screaming made it worse, “Ouch.” I moaned again as I held my pounding headache, “It’s now a migraine.”

The confused blonde nurse tilted her head, “Migraine? Isn’t that fake butter?” Suddenly the light went on, “Oh wait! That’s margarine,” she stated shaking her head, “ Either way that’s not a good thing.”

“No, it’s not,” I concurred and continued, “I’m not going to enjoy that kiss, movie and dinner unless this migraine clears.”

“This nurse stuff is tricky. Why can’t people stay healthy?” she asked scratching her pretty little blonde head.

“Because, Harley, they eat too many Skittles.”

Harley poured on the melodramatics as she threw her head back and rested the back of her hand against her forehead, “Oh Skittles! Why do you betray us?!?!?”

“Sugar, my dear Harley, sugar; Skittles is pure sugar,” I stated and saw my opportunity to strike. I had been playing possum. Harley never saw it coming. I grabbed her and gave her a long slow passionate kiss.

Harley’s eyes opened wide with shock before she fainted in my arms. I gently lay her down on the floor and feverishly began to fan her as I calmly repeated her name, “Harley! Harley! Harley!”

She slowly picked up her spinning head. She closed her eyes and opened them as she stammered, “What? What happened…what am I doing on the floor, Ryan?”

I warmly smiled, “You fainted after I gave you a big smooch.”

Harley sported a blank look before she flashed a sheepish grin as she laughed, “I think you should see a doctor; those smooches are potent.”

“Well, I am seeing a nurse,” I stated and then snuck in a little kiss.

Harley’s started to swoon as her head quickly filled with helium, she giggled, “Now cut that out!”

I jokingly threatened her, “If you keep swooning, I’ll have to give you mouth to mouth!”

“And just how will that help me?” she asked as she gave me a flirty wink.

“Like this!” I lustfully exclaimed as I gently lay her back down upon the floor and gave her another long slow passionate kiss.

Harley greedily returned the kiss as she reached up with her long sexy leg and kicked the door in your face…

SuperHeroine Convention!

It's taking place right now in Orlando, Florida; 'tis a shame that I've hit a creative brick wall as I type this. Hopefully I can breakthrough it by Monday and get back to it.

Mighty Melinda has been writing a few pieces for it, Ultra Woman, Star Spangled Girl, and possibly a few villains can help participate...if they should choose to.

We're going to need all the help we can get...it seems the superheroines are disappearing one at a time...how's this possible?!?!?