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After raiding the office building for data on the organisation CADMUS and possible links to Lex Luthor, Question, the Justice League's top detective and resident conspiracy buff ends up having to sideline his investigation for a night out with his new beau, the brash and hot-tempered Huntress. As the two vigilantes share an awkward but romantic dinner and movie date, Question soon unearths a particularly dark chapter in Huntress' life. When a crime boss who has a history with her is recruited by CADMUS to steal back the data, Question finds not only his efforts to take down Luthor under serious threat, but also the beautiful woman who has become his partner. Bare knuckle brawling, playful banter, reckless highway pursuits and dirty secrets collide together to form a romantic outing like no other.
Hello, @itsraining-honey or Emily, if you prefer. I just want to thank you very much for liking the new Question x Huntress comic I uploaded on Huntress-Hive-Mind (I noticed you gave it this đ„°)
Happy to see my Huntress fanart appealed to you and fellow fans. Just wondering, which part of that comic do you like most?
hey there!!! thanks for sending an ask, always great to talk with other members of the Huntress Hive-Mind!!!!
i really did love the huntress comic a lot!!! i loved that it was traditionally hand drawn and colored, the poses!!!! i loved the pose you had huntress do in the last panel!!! but on top of that, i loved how natural the situation felt between huntress and the question! it seemed like something theyâd get into (helena saving him per-usual lol) and thatâs why i think it attracted me to it personally!!!! overall, i really did love the comic and i hope you plan to do more huntress comics in the future!!!!!
Role reversal (another reinterpretation) for @dickkoryweek2026
So Robin hasn't exactly got away with tickling Starfire in the previous pic, and under Star's persuasion, has ended up putting on her Tamaranian bikini and boots. A nude Starfire giggles in delight at how well (as far as she's concerned) Robin fits her outfit while he reacts in pure resignation. He may get used to the whole thing in the end.
Patrol for @dickkoryweek2026 or at least my own interpretation of the prompt
Whoever dealt poor Robin those nasty injuries and was about to finish him off obviously didn't expect to have to face some green-glowing righteous fury from an angry and protective bikini girl from outer space. Just one of many reasons the Boy Wonder loves his Starfire.
If anyone remembers the Teen Titans episode 'Betrothed' which takes place on Starfire's homeworld Tamaran, you'll remember how ticklish Starfire is. Well now Robin is all too willing to use this to his advantage, sending Star in a squealing, laughing fit as part of a cruelly playful morning prank.
"Oh, God, Star! Are you okay? Are you okay - are you hurt? Did they hurt you?"
"Robin, please, please...just kiss me. Kiss me, Robin, my love. So that I know you are not a dream..."
"Oh, Star..."
Angst for @dickkoryweek2026
After taking down Gordanian warriors, a frantic Robin discovers Starfire shackled in the cargohold of their ship and they passionately kiss in their relief and elation.
Also known as the 'Hunters,' a small but elite special operations unit of the most battle-hardened, formidable commandos among the Resistance. Consisting of three young women, each of whom has endured and passed a truly rigorous and challenging training program. Dropped into the very heart of the battles roiling across the galaxy, whether to sabotage First Order territorial gains or else to achieve those strategic objectives that few others can. Launch their attacks through a wide range of methods, including ambush and infiltration.
Do not officially exist, as far as even officers and troops in the Resistance are concerned, their missions strictly classified and their presence on the battlefield a portent of many a stormtrooper's untimely death. Answer mainly to their commanding officer, Captain Celine but most of all, to General Leia Organa. Uniforms traditionally black befitting their special ops duties, featuring the New Republic Starbird symbol borne by the Resistance, which in turn inherited the symbol from the Alliance to Restore the Republic. Each commando equipped with blasters and close-combat weapons better-suited to their battlefield roles.
Captain Celine
The officer appointed to supervise and direct Squad Huntrix' missions. Previously fought an Imperial Remnant splinter faction decades ago as a sergeant in Sunlight Company. After being handed her commission by General Organa, personally handpicked the three women to train as her 'Hunters,' with droid B0B-Y as their armourer. Relatively tough and reserved leader, but also fair with her Hunters, expects nothing but the best results from them, to the point where their 'faults and fears must never be seen,' most especially not by their First Order enemies. Intentions to harden Rumi into a model officer in particular has reached the point of personal tension, further compounded by the crisis brought on by the war.
Sergeant Rumi
Appointed Huntrix' NCO by Captain Celine. Responsible for tactics and receiving orders in the field. Carries the air of an exemplary squad leader, well-disciplined and cool-headed even during the most intense missions. Proficient with a custom EL-16 blaster rifle, which she uses to lay down a sufficient volley or even an enfilade while her squadmates contribute with their own firepower. Also equipped with a Glie-44 blaster pistol, thermal detonators and the very latest in reconnaissance technology to undertake missions in the most difficult situations, such as those behind enemy lines. Individualises herself with deep purple-dyed hair trailing behind her head in a long braid. Closeness to her troops Mira and Zoey reaching the point of possible sisterhood, which according to Captain Celine, risks overriding the need to set an example for her troops as an officer.
Mira
Huntrix' specialist sniper, with the attitude to match. Calculating and ruthless, able to accurately hit anything from a credit chip at a distance of ten klicks to even the most well-hidden, fast-moving targets. Has attained a staggering record of headshots, many consisting of stormtroopers and First Order officers. Uses a classic make of sniper rifle - the 785MK Firepuncher-X to clear a path for her squad or kill primary targets. If engaged in close combat, fights with a variety of hand-to-hand moves that appear to include dance techniques possibly employed in her civilian life before enlisting. Wears hair in two 'tails' that flow freely behind either side of her head, reddish-pink colour possibly dyed from original hair colour. The most driven and hot-blooded in battle, but has also on occasion extended her brusque personality and fiery temper to her own superiors, bordering on rank insubordination. Accounts tell of brief clashes even with Sergeant Rumi, some of which concern the optics of a mission for example. Known to impulsively risk her own life to save/defend fellow Hunters or others in peril, living by the philosophy where 'no one gets left behind.' Interactions with her squadmates surmised as being a sense of tough love, throwing snarky remarks in their general direction, while retaining a caring side and sense of humour. Aside from Rumi, who looks upon her as a reliable confidant, especially close to the younger Zoey, with whom she joins in on jokes and recreational activities during leave.
Zoey
The bruiser of Squad Huntrix whose expertise lies in close-range fighting. Capable of taking down enemies in the tightest areas. Whether armed or unarmed, employs a wide range of combat moves that can take down even stormtroopers. Ranged weapons include twin Glie-44 blaster pistols, lightweight and simple enough to widen shots at multiple targets, made all the easier if enemies in tight-knit formations. For close combat, employs twin vibro-knives to target either an enemy's throat, side or back. Possibly developed direct and brutal fighting style from brawls with muggers and gangs encountered on her homeworld during civilian life. Offsets rough past with an optimistic and upbeat attitude, sometimes in the face of staggering odds. Usually eager for recreational activities when off-duty, even more so if the rest of squad also participates.
Holylight fanart for @runningracingdancingchasing or Bex and @reanimatedmuses
In the comfort of her parents' living room, Rapunzel Solaris and her pet chameleon Pascal catch up on news reports of the heroic, misunderstood mutants known as the X-Men. Rapunzel, brushes several metres-worth of her golden glowing hair, watching the rain on a windowsill with Pascal contemplating her own life as a mutant.
One day a battle with some authoritarian Sentinels leads to Rapunzel meeting a dashing, cocky mutant known as Nightcrawler who chivalrously offers her a rose. Later both Rapunzel and Nightcrawler band together against some anti-mutant terrorists, Nightcrawler taking them on with flawless swordsmanship and Rapunzel swinging on her hair bludgeoning the terrorists with a frying pan. Her fighting skills earn recognition by the X-Men, Cyclops gladly shaking her hand though Pascal feels rather nervous around the costumed heroes.
With Rapunzel joining the X-Men, she and Jubilee, a sister she never had, start plotting out a new costume for her life as a hero. As Rapunzel sketches, the two girls look through some sports and fitness magazines for inspiration for what to make the costume out of. Eventually Nightcrawler is treated to a gorgeous sight when Rapunzel presents herself to him in a sporty, gymnastic-looking hero outfit, consisting of a purple crop top and briefs, golden bracelets and pink knee-high boots. Enchanted by Rapunzel's stunning beauty, Nightcrawler kisses this new member of the X-Men, both of them overcome with passionate love. Even Pascal is touched as they lock lips together.
Hope this interpretation of Holylight is to your liking, @runningracingdancingchasing and @reanimatedmuses. It was fun to visualise what shenanigans could ensue in Rapunzel and Kurt's romantic life and I could always develop this. And I shan't forget Raipunzel, Bex. Enjoy.
So Scar brings Lex along to a big feast being held at a Yautjaâs palace, Scar in his armour and Lex in her black one-piece garment (from those Sanaa Lathan photos) and sandals. During the feast, Scar meets the owner of the palace, a Yautja sitting on a throne, thanking him for his hospitality. As Scar introduces Lex to this Yautja, Lex notices a certain brunette princess in a gold bikini relaxing on some cushions in front of the Yautjaâs throne, nonchalantly tracing her hand on her bare leg while the Yautja holds the chain attached to her collar.
Princess Leia, getting up with her Yautja and quickly kissing his cheek, steps toward Lex and introduces herself with an amiable smile. Her Yautja lets go of her chain to chat with Scar so Leia takes Lex elsewhere across the hall. Both women sit side by side while all the other Yautja eat and watch sparring matches. How might Lex get on with Leia as they get to know one another?
Kay, so context, while Predator is my biggest fixation at the moment, Star Wars was what I was obsessed with before that fateful day that I rewatched AVP. So it is with full mental illness, I have to say, Lex and Leia would get along because they are both smart, stubborn, born leaders, who have killed slimy aliens with chains!âŠAnd Leia would not Willingly Be collared and leashed! Being out of Character!? Unforgivable. But I know why youâre here so, enjoy~
While Lex was used to her clan with their territory in the Outer Rim, with the galactic war affecting everyone, Scar had been called for discussions with the powerful clan leader whose territory spanned into the core systems. Known for entering the battlefield of war and taking out the best fighters from both sides.
 Scar asked Lex to join him as his mate, informing her that it was a sign of goodwill and trust not to be decked out in her armour. Only the clan representative and those who wished to test themselves in the fighting area would be exempt.
 The black material was light but form-fitting, hugging her curves while the straps pressed into the soft skin of her breast. She felt naked without her armour, even more so as Scar walked into their room, the metal of his armour polished but scratched over a decade of hunts. He pressed up behind Lex, the cold metal making her shiver. His hands pressed to her waist, claws teasing as they lightly scraped at her skin where they reached the high hem of the material.
âYou are risking sending me to the arena looking like this. Many would fight for such a delicious thing.â He purred.
âWell, I would hate for you to get bored at this meeting.â She chuckled. âBut I doubt any of the clan reps would have a thing for humans.â
âThey will have eyes, and that is all they will need. Let us leave before I drag you to the bed, and we miss this entirely.â
Itâs rare to see such luxury on display from yautja. While the arena was the same blood-stained dark metal as always, the amphitheatre-type seats were draped with cloth, fur and cushions of deep greens and gem tones. Droids flittered around providing roasted meats and strong drinks. The clan leader had brokered trade deals for flight paths through the territory with the Rebel Alliance. The reason they were here now. And trade must be good.
Scar took a seat, sat back, legs spread, casually snatching a glass of cântlip for him and Corellian whiskey for her, from a passing droid. Lex sat at his side, studying the others present in the room. It was mostly yautja present, with only a handful of other races present, by the looks of it, bounty hunters and warlords, and a few Mandalorians (also exempt from the rule) who could be anything.
A few eyes had followed her, so she made a show of sprawling herself along the cushions and into Scarâs side. His hand rested possessively over her hip, stroking down her bare thigh. The eyes turned away before they ended up being crushed into the floor, as the loser of the current match in the pit was.
 They enjoyed the food, the drinks, and each otherâs company for a while before they were called up on by the host.
He was a large yautja, sitting on a throne at the highest level, upon a throne backed with the skull and slicers of a large Ackley. The helmets of many high-ranking troopers spiked around it as well. She spied a few lightsabers hung from his belt as well.
The representatives from the Rebel Alliance were also present. Lex heard whispers of how she was the only one from either side of the war to sway yautja slightly to one side. She gained his attention and an invitation after strangling a high-profile gangster to death.
The princess didnât look like a threat, though that thinking was what got most people killed by humans. She was a very petite thing, not helped by what she was wearing. Gold-lined bronze armour cupped her breasts with a similarly patterned tasset latching around her hips with burgundy silk flowing in long panels at her front and back, which swayed beautifully as she moved. She was also adorned with spiralled cuffs on her arms and ankles. Yautja made, but obviously mimicking something else.
Her elbows were resting on the arm of the throne, her body bent towards him, a charming smile on her face. The warlord clearly saw more than just a good deal with her. A flustered golden-plated droid behind them translated, though the Yautjaâs eyes stayed fixed on the princess, though not always on her face. His hand curled around her wrist as if to ensure she stayed close.
Lex and Scar shared a knowing look.
Noticing their presence, the clan lead spoke to Scar, while Lex gave a little bow of her head to Leia. Being with the Yautja, she isnât beholden to the royals of the core systems, but she wanted to be polite. âPrincess Organa. Itâs a pleasure to meet you.â
Leia looked over Lex with shrewd eyes, âWell, I am relieved to know the formal dress code wasnât a joke. I was beginning to think he was just teasing me with this gift. Nice to meet you too, and you are?â
âAlexa Woods. I hunt with one of the bigger clans in control of the Outer Rim territory. My mate is a representative.â
Her eyebrows raised. âReally? Iâd love to hear more about that.â
Her mate in question drew her attention back, âLittle dagger, we have much to discuss in private. If you wish to return to where we were, I will find you again.â
The Princess linked her arms around Lexâs. âYou donât have to be so far. Iâd love it if you would join me.â She said warmly, but Lex could tell she had ulterior motives.
Still, she replied. âOf course.â And allowed the princess to lead her to the raised seating platform next to the throne. The ladies both lay in a side lean, facing each other. Lex rubbed her bare legs against the fur, enjoying the texture. The princess brushed her long plait back and adjusted how the silk fell from her upper thighs as she got comfortable.
They both noticed that the two yautja had stopped their departure and were openly ogling them.Â
The princess grabbed her glass and lifted it to the clan leader with that charming royal smile, âDonât let me keep you, clan lead. We can continue our conversation later.â
While Lex blew her mate a kiss. âEnjoy your talks, boys, weâll be here. Waiting. Unable to do anything if others approach us.â Lex teased.
Â
âOh, deary me.â The droid exclaimed before translating that too.
Scar looked ready to drag her back home, the clan lead wasnât much better with the princess. The clan leader rumbled something private to Scar before the two pulled themselves away. Their meeting probably would be much shorter than planned so the women whispered to each other eagerly.
Nice how Lex and Leia look both goofy and sexy and itâs driving their own Yautja mates up the wall. Hard to blame the boys for getting so frustrated over not spending time with their girls. By the way, @naniiebimworks the sketches are beautiful and funny as they are. Sorry to hear about your computer but Iâm sure Iâll be discussing some more Scarlex and Leia/Yautja ideas in future. Still, well done for bringing @captainrayessketches writing to life.
So Scar brings Lex along to a big feast being held at a Yautjaâs palace, Scar in his armour and Lex in her black one-piece garment (from those Sanaa Lathan photos) and sandals. During the feast, Scar meets the owner of the palace, a Yautja sitting on a throne, thanking him for his hospitality. As Scar introduces Lex to this Yautja, Lex notices a certain brunette princess in a gold bikini relaxing on some cushions in front of the Yautjaâs throne, nonchalantly tracing her hand on her bare leg while the Yautja holds the chain attached to her collar.
Princess Leia, getting up with her Yautja and quickly kissing his cheek, steps toward Lex and introduces herself with an amiable smile. Her Yautja lets go of her chain to chat with Scar so Leia takes Lex elsewhere across the hall. Both women sit side by side while all the other Yautja eat and watch sparring matches. How might Lex get on with Leia as they get to know one another?
Kay, so context, while Predator is my biggest fixation at the moment, Star Wars was what I was obsessed with before that fateful day that I rewatched AVP. So it is with full mental illness, I have to say, Lex and Leia would get along because they are both smart, stubborn, born leaders, who have killed slimy aliens with chains!âŠAnd Leia would not Willingly Be collared and leashed! Being out of Character!? Unforgivable. But I know why youâre here so, enjoy~
While Lex was used to her clan with their territory in the Outer Rim, with the galactic war affecting everyone, Scar had been called for discussions with the powerful clan leader whose territory spanned into the core systems. Known for entering the battlefield of war and taking out the best fighters from both sides.
 Scar asked Lex to join him as his mate, informing her that it was a sign of goodwill and trust not to be decked out in her armour. Only the clan representative and those who wished to test themselves in the fighting area would be exempt.
 The black material was light but form-fitting, hugging her curves while the straps pressed into the soft skin of her breast. She felt naked without her armour, even more so as Scar walked into their room, the metal of his armour polished but scratched over a decade of hunts. He pressed up behind Lex, the cold metal making her shiver. His hands pressed to her waist, claws teasing as they lightly scraped at her skin where they reached the high hem of the material.
âYou are risking sending me to the arena looking like this. Many would fight for such a delicious thing.â He purred.
âWell, I would hate for you to get bored at this meeting.â She chuckled. âBut I doubt any of the clan reps would have a thing for humans.â
âThey will have eyes, and that is all they will need. Let us leave before I drag you to the bed, and we miss this entirely.â
Itâs rare to see such luxury on display from yautja. While the arena was the same blood-stained dark metal as always, the amphitheatre-type seats were draped with cloth, fur and cushions of deep greens and gem tones. Droids flittered around providing roasted meats and strong drinks. The clan leader had brokered trade deals for flight paths through the territory with the Rebel Alliance. The reason they were here now. And trade must be good.
Scar took a seat, sat back, legs spread, casually snatching a glass of cântlip for him and Corellian whiskey for her, from a passing droid. Lex sat at his side, studying the others present in the room. It was mostly yautja present, with only a handful of other races present, by the looks of it, bounty hunters and warlords, and a few Mandalorians (also exempt from the rule) who could be anything.
A few eyes had followed her, so she made a show of sprawling herself along the cushions and into Scarâs side. His hand rested possessively over her hip, stroking down her bare thigh. The eyes turned away before they ended up being crushed into the floor, as the loser of the current match in the pit was.
 They enjoyed the food, the drinks, and each otherâs company for a while before they were called up on by the host.
He was a large yautja, sitting on a throne at the highest level, upon a throne backed with the skull and slicers of a large Ackley. The helmets of many high-ranking troopers spiked around it as well. She spied a few lightsabers hung from his belt as well.
The representatives from the Rebel Alliance were also present. Lex heard whispers of how she was the only one from either side of the war to sway yautja slightly to one side. She gained his attention and an invitation after strangling a high-profile gangster to death.
The princess didnât look like a threat, though that thinking was what got most people killed by humans. She was a very petite thing, not helped by what she was wearing. Gold-lined bronze armour cupped her breasts with a similarly patterned tasset latching around her hips with burgundy silk flowing in long panels at her front and back, which swayed beautifully as she moved. She was also adorned with spiralled cuffs on her arms and ankles. Yautja made, but obviously mimicking something else.
Her elbows were resting on the arm of the throne, her body bent towards him, a charming smile on her face. The warlord clearly saw more than just a good deal with her. A flustered golden-plated droid behind them translated, though the Yautjaâs eyes stayed fixed on the princess, though not always on her face. His hand curled around her wrist as if to ensure she stayed close.
Lex and Scar shared a knowing look.
Noticing their presence, the clan lead spoke to Scar, while Lex gave a little bow of her head to Leia. Being with the Yautja, she isnât beholden to the royals of the core systems, but she wanted to be polite. âPrincess Organa. Itâs a pleasure to meet you.â
Leia looked over Lex with shrewd eyes, âWell, I am relieved to know the formal dress code wasnât a joke. I was beginning to think he was just teasing me with this gift. Nice to meet you too, and you are?â
âAlexa Woods. I hunt with one of the bigger clans in control of the Outer Rim territory. My mate is a representative.â
Her eyebrows raised. âReally? Iâd love to hear more about that.â
Her mate in question drew her attention back, âLittle dagger, we have much to discuss in private. If you wish to return to where we were, I will find you again.â
The Princess linked her arms around Lexâs. âYou donât have to be so far. Iâd love it if you would join me.â She said warmly, but Lex could tell she had ulterior motives.
Still, she replied. âOf course.â And allowed the princess to lead her to the raised seating platform next to the throne. The ladies both lay in a side lean, facing each other. Lex rubbed her bare legs against the fur, enjoying the texture. The princess brushed her long plait back and adjusted how the silk fell from her upper thighs as she got comfortable.
They both noticed that the two yautja had stopped their departure and were openly ogling them.Â
The princess grabbed her glass and lifted it to the clan leader with that charming royal smile, âDonât let me keep you, clan lead. We can continue our conversation later.â
While Lex blew her mate a kiss. âEnjoy your talks, boys, weâll be here. Waiting. Unable to do anything if others approach us.â Lex teased.
Â
âOh, deary me.â The droid exclaimed before translating that too.
Scar looked ready to drag her back home, the clan lead wasnât much better with the princess. The clan leader rumbled something private to Scar before the two pulled themselves away. Their meeting probably would be much shorter than planned so the women whispered to each other eagerly.
Lovely interactions between Leia and Lex, @captainrayessketches Interesting how you have Leiaâs Yautja make a new gold bikini for her and her being his mate as part of an intergalactic treaty. Nice how you have the Yautja tied to the rebel alliance and other Star Wars cultures.
The Yautja could give Leia the title âSlug Killer.â
This is No Me Mires btw, I love your writing style. What inspired you to start your blog?
Hello, Nomemires, thank you for taking the time to have a look at my blog and my writing.
What inspired my blog was my wish to have a not-that-serious space for my art and writing where I could more personally express enjoyment in my hobbies, interact with users and put up some incorrect quotes of my favourite shows and films. I notice youâre in the Obitine camp so Iâm happy to meet a fellow enthusiast. Once again thanks for dropping in and feel free to check in on what Iâve made previously and future uploads I put out.
Huntress/Helena Bertinelli and Question on one of their adventures, partly for Women's History Month, particularly for those of us who love the tough-as-nails crime-fighting lady herself.
We start with Question leading Huntress onto a ship making its way through rough seas as a storm roils overhead. Across the slippery rain-soaked decks, the duo take on the ship's crew who happen to be a gang of armed criminals in ski masks up to some nefarious business. Huntress puts her bare-knuckle brawling and martial arts to good use against the thugs, Question improvising with a metal pipe that he clobbers another villain with. But the fight goes badly when one thug shoves Question towards the edge of the ship. Huntress cries out in horror as her lover goes toppling into the sea. In a rage, she drives her knee into the criminal's face.
Determined to save Question, Huntress removes her cape, gloves and boots, leaving on her mask and bodysuit, then does a swan-dive into the sea. Unencumbered by the rest of her gear, Helena swims in search for the detective, fortunately locating his half-conscious body and pulling him up to the surface with one huge gasp for air.
But Huntress and Question's troubles are not over when she gets him safely onto a small rock protruding from the seawater. A couple of sharks are feeling rather hungry and with Question worn out from nearly drowning, Helena protectively raises her crossbow ready to face off the sharks. Can the two vigilantes get to dry land in one piece?
Hope everyone's had a merry, cosy Christmas this year. Here's a romantic scene where a knight and his lady, on their travels, look out over a small village where firelight flickers like stars through the windows. As the lady gazes fondly at the wintry landscape and the idyllic village, her knight keeps his arms wrapped comfortingly around her while his horse dutifully stands at his side. Who knows what other sights and enchantment they will encounter on this dark but beautiful Yuletide night?
Dark Rey: Bring forth the gift with which you honour me.
Kylo Ren: Majesties, from a place where the stars begin and end, I bring you...(produces an odd sparkly device) this.
Phasma: Oh, lovely - an ash tray.
Hux: Come, majesty, he wastes our time. I yearn to attend three trilogies of Fawlty Troopers on the Holonet.
Snoke: Yes, send him to the carbon freeze chamber!
Dark Rey: No, wait! (to Ren) What is it, Ren?
Kylo: Well I'll show you, shall I?
Sparkly device flashes, teleporting Snoke, Hux, and Phasma into thin air, Dark Rey looking around herself in confusion.
Kylo: And now, your majesty, I must insist you hand over to me supreme command of the First Order, add a new Clone helmet to my collection, and marry me this afternoon.
Dark Rey: (smiling affectionately) ...I thought you'd never ask.
