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Someone asked for these, so I'm reposting then. First one, Sniktorture, by Amazing Writer Man:


Laura awoke on cold, steel floor. Bright lights filled her eyelids. She couldn't focus her nose... or anything, for that matter. She was dizzy, like all her thoughts were being filtered through sieve... nausea rose in her stomach. It hurt to breathe...

"Hurt..." her brain struggled to think.

She was in pain, all over, inside and out... but that didn't make sense. Of course, at the moment, nothing made sense. She didn't feel any obstruction in her body, yet her healing factor wasn't taking care of whatever was plaguing her. What was happening? The last thing she remembered was that she was at home... then a sting in her spine, and then nothingness. Now she lay here, her brain slowed to a crawl, her body refusing to cooperate.

Suddenly, a voice like a thousand thunderbolts boomed in her ears:

"Long time no see, X."

Laura's senses reacted faster than her rational mind. Panic and fear flooded her, but for the life of her she couldn't figure out why. All she knew was that she needed to get out and fast. If only her body would move!

At last, her clouded brain figured it out. Her eyes shot open. "Ki... Kimura," she whispered, tilting her head upwards from her prone position to get a glimpse of the maniacal grin the brown woman standing above her wore.

"Aww, you remember my name after all these years!" said Kimura, feigning affection. She swooped down, catching Laura by the collar of her shirt, and lifted her to Kimura's eye-level. "Sorry to cut the pleasantries short, sweetie, but I have to do this quick to make sure you don't get away. You see," she said, casually grabbing one of Laura's arms, "I shot you up with enough sedative to take down a herd of bull elephants just a short while ago. Your healing factor should take care of it in... oh, another thirty seconds." Still smiling, she snapped Laura's left arm right at the elbow. Laura winced, but wouldn't let herself scream; no way would she give Kimura that satisfaction. "Oh yeah, I also injected you with this special serum that'll paralyze and revitalize your healing factor at my whim when it comes to wounds like these!" she continued, popping Laura's other elbow, making Laura slip up with a tiny, "Gah!"

"You're probably wondering what's going on," said Kimura, flipping Laura upside down and grabbing her by her ankle. "You see, that bitch Emma Frost did quiiite a number on me! Made me go nuts, almost! But I got better. I recovered, and I decided it was time to bring you in for good, X. That's how we ended up here. I did such a good job with it, they decided to let me have some fun!" She delivered a swift blow to Laura's kneecap, shattering it. Laura began to whimper. Kimura inspected Laura's last intact limb, apparently debating briefly in her head whether or not she should leave her prey with one last limb.

"Nah!" she chirped, breaking her other leg. While Laura did not scream in agony as Kimura did this, she did let out a strained cry when Kimura threw her to the ground, limbs crumpled. Kimura faked a pout. "Oh. Are you sad, clone? Don't worry! I brought you a friend!" She opened the sliding door to Laura's jail cell. Through the haze of the pain and lingering drugs in her system, Laura could barely make out the blonde form bound and gagged by the guards in front of her.

"M... Megan?" Laura wheezed.

"Laura!" Megan called as the guards removed her gag. "Oh God, help me, they- they came in the middle of the night and got me and took me here and I'm scared and -mpht!"

Kimura truncated her sentence with her hand to Megan's mouth as the guards left the room. "Oh, sweetie. You shouldn't be scared! You're not going to die... I'm just going to have some fun with you!" Laura's heart pounded with rage. Mustering all her will, she released her foot-claw, swung her limp leg like a vice, and threw a bladed kick directly at Kimura's jugular. Kimura caught it with a finger. She turned to face Laura, her grin wider and more insane than ever. "Silly bitch, your weapons cannot harm me!" she declared, kicking Laura in the ribs and sending her flying into the wall. Redoing Megan's gag, she walked over to the defeated Laura. "Don't you know who I am?" she whispered. "I'm Kimura, bitch."

"Lr'ra!" Megan called through the gag, crying. "Pls, st'p..." she begged.

Kimura chuckled for a second before waling towards a trunk in the corner of the room. Inputing the proper code, she opened the box, retrieving an item that neither Laura nor Megan could see. "Ahh, here it is!" Kimura called joyously. "I had the boys in R&D whip this up for me... I've been planning this ever since that day in San Fransisco, 23, and I just love it when a plan comes together." She laughed again. "'Comes together.' I slay me." Laura didn't understand.

Without hesitation, Kimura skipped over to Megan and tore off her top and pants with one swift pull from each arm. "Mm?!" Megan squeaked, panicking.

It was then that Kimura revealed what she'd retrieved from the trunk: a tremendous strap-on dildo with several little buttons along the waistline. "Can't wait to try this bad boy out," Kimura muttered, slipping off her pants and donning the device.

Laura instantly understood. "Kimura, don't," she demanded.

Kimura smirked. "I'm sorry, clone. What did you say?"

"Leave her alone. Do whatever you want to me, but please do not touch her!" Laura pleaded.

Sighing in pseudo exasperation, Kimura replied, "Oh, X. How many times have we been through this? I am going to do whatever I like to you, no matter what... that's how it is. That's how it always will be. But really, this is your fault. If you and your bitch of a mother had never betrayed the people who cared for you, none of this would be happening." She knelt down to whisper in Megan's ear. "You understand, don't you, Meg? All of this is your cousin's fault." Megan was shivering as the tears dripped down her now naked form. Kimura bent Megan over, removed the gag, positioned herself with the strap-on, and with a sickening sneer, whispered, "Open wide."

Megan braced herself but found it in vain as fourteen inches of thick dildo busted through her hymen and all the way down her tight, virgin pussy. "Nnnoooooo!" Megan howled at the top of her lungs as she felt herself be violated.

"Oh, quit crying, you little cunt," said Kimura. "You're loving it. I know I am. R&D made this special... see, they made it like a real cock; any pleasure it would feel is transferred back to me! Isn't that lovely?" Silence, save for Megan's sobbing as Laura looked on, horrified. "Ah well. I thought it was great," she said, and continued thrusting. Laura closed her eyes, unwilling to bear the sight of her cousin being defiled any longer. "If you look away for even a second, I'll crush her throat right here, right now," said Kimura. Laura's eyes immediately snapped back open as she forced herself, sick though it made her, to focus on her cousin's rape before her.

"Please no..." Megan whimpered weakly as Kimura's thrusts grew in force and speed. "Please... stop... please... why...?" Kimura, on the other hand, had begun moaning and yelping as she pounded away at Megan. Finally, Kimura let out a long shriek of pleasure, bucking her hips with one last thrust into Megan. With a shove, she let Megan topple over, shuddering in mental anguish at the torture she'd just received.

"Mm," said Kimura, wiping the sweat from her brow. "Those research guys sure did well on that pleasure-converter. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did, Megan!" She released a shrill laugh before turning to Laura, whose heart began pounding as her tormentor approached. "Oh, X. You think I'd forgotten about you?" Another laugh, filling Laura with rage, almost enough to block out the pain from her shattered limbs and her healing factor attempting to fight whatever was blocking it. "See, I'm not bad person. You think I am, but I'm not. I held back on your cousin because she doesn't have that nice healing factor like you... but whatever I do to you, well... I just push a button, the nanos in your system go away, and you heal! So we can have fun... lots and lots of fun."

She adjusted a dial on the strap-on's belt. Laura's eyes widened as the dildo began to extend... a good four inches, as far as she could tell. Kimura relished the reaction. "Oh, I'm already hard. Haha! Get it? Because... oh, you have no sense of humor, clone. Get up." Laura scowled. "Ah, right. I broke all of your limbs." She feigned a sigh. "I have to do everything, don't I?" Slowly, she walked behind Laura, reached down, and pulled her up by her collar, pressing the strap-on against her back. "Your body's matured since last we met, X," she said, grasping one of her breasts. "You've grown a nice pair of tits..." She ran the dildo between Laura's buttocks. "You've got yourself a fine ass..." The tip of her tongue ran along Laura's cheek. "This is going to be so... nice..."

"Do not panic, Laura..." Laura thought to herself. "If you panic, she knows she's hurt you and then she has won. Do not panic!"

Kimura stripped Laura of her clothes, leaving them in shreds on the floor. "Tsk, look at that," said Kimura, gesturing at the inert Megan, whose eyes were still intently focused on her cousin, frightened though they appeared. "She must've heard me earlier. Such a good girl, unlike you, X. Well, I wouldn't want to disappoint my audience." Laura gulped as the tip of the dildo eased outside her entrance. She felt the mental pain before the physical; this was not like being cut or bruised or even fried alive by a sentinel from the future. She felt shame, weakness, hopelessness... and then, of course, came the physical pain. Eighteen inches of artificial penis tore through her, utterly annihilating her hymen, completely filling her inside.

"Don't say anything... don't say anything..." Laura chanted in her head like a mantra.

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I came rainbows. I imagine the sniktfamily at a picnic with Logan heartily devouring a sandwich with a beer in his hand while Daken gives him a disgusted look, Laura meticulously cutting up a steak and drinking a soda, and finally Daken eating caviar while sipping champagne - pinky out, of course.

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Hey look Erista Logan. Appears the Hair thing is genetic in Logan Offspring.


Laura trying to feed the little tyke would be cute

Response to "X-23/Daken, Laura on top"

It feels wrong, but not for the reasons that most would cite. Daken isn't Laura's blood; she isn't anyone's blood at all, pieced together from fragments of Weapon X's DNA. His scent reminds her of Logan, her own just reminds her of the clean metallic smells of antiseptic and scoured metal and fresh blood, and beneath that, the sweet curl of trigger scent always in the back of her throat.

She leans in, catches more of his scent beneath expensive aftershave and blood, and he wraps his hand in her hair and drags her down, whispering threats in her ear. Laura's claws punch into his shoulders, a wound that would cripple a human, and Daken laughs as his hand falls away. Blood wells up around her knuckles, shockingly hot against the cool night air.

She pulls her claws out with a grate and squeal of adamantium on bone, and shifts back. Daken's hands wrap around her hips, the wrist claws resting just inside the curve of bone. Not a lethal wound, maybe, a little too peripheral. A lot of bleeding, risk of septicemia. It doesn't matter anyway, Laura always goes for those claws first. A deep, diagonal cut just inside the elbow, and he can't use them. They'll heal by the end, but he's never tried to kill her afterwards yet.

Laura begins to move again, short, aggressive snaps of her hips, drags her fingers down over his chest to leave trails of blood. Daken watches her lazily, his eyes veiled. His expression is smooth and satisfied and vaguely feline, and Laura knows he feels he's somehow getting one over Logan by this. Her blunt nails dig in as she picks up speed, feeling lust like a low-down ache that she needs to work through and get over. Better Daken than Julian or Joshua or any of the other X-Men that she could break so easily, and after everything the pair of them have done over their lives, this one small sin won't change anything now.

"Come on, clone. You can do better than that."

She hits him, feels the satisfying crack of a fractured jaw, but she moves faster anyway, grinding down hard enough that it should hurt like hell. It's not pleasurable, not exactly, but it's taking the edge off, in simple, visceral sensations that Laura can understand. Blood cooling on her hands, the raw burn of friction, the twinge of bruises that form and fade as fast as they can move. It's not so different from fighting, and when she comes, it takes her by surprise, back arching, thighs clamping shut, raking a line of scratches down Daken's flat stomach.

He came more or less simultaneously- perhaps timing it, sex is an art for Daken. No protection. Laura is sterile, something taken out of her DNA while they added Sarah Kinney's genes back in.

She stands up, feeling the ache along the long muscles of her thighs, the sore spot between her legs that will fade soon, and retrieves her clothes. Her usual uniform, except the top is longer now, a lightweight armoured mesh that covers her stomach. Laura had cited practical reasons for that- abdominal wounds were messy, took too long to heal in the middle of a battle, and no one had questioned it.

She runs a thumb along the white scar just above her navel before covering it up, the first scar she had ever received, and remembers how for days, she felt the tug of the hidden, healing scab whenever she sparred. The glassy texture of the scar tissue interests her, something new over the blank template that the Facility created. Daken has a permanent broken line across the tattoos of his upper arm to match, the first time she managed to use his Muramasa claws against him.

Daken, already dressed, throws Laura one last look before sauntering away. She watches him go and wonders if he intends to tell his father one day. Laura is still weighing up whether to kill Daken or not. He's enough of a threat to Logan that she would, and never mind her orders for once, but Logan loves him, and Laura considers that, whether parents would rather die by their offspring than see them harmed.

Laura doesn't understand loving Daken, but she understands whatever this is, and watches him leave, this time.

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That's actually a little awesome. Can't say I fapped, but surprisingly well-written. Good stuff.

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GLORIOUS SAD GREEN EYES. I manly tear'd so much in this issue.

"What is it you wish to say to me, Julian?" asked Laura gently, basking in his pleasing aroma.

"Uh..." He averted his eyes, folding his arms. "W-well... listen, this is... this is difficult for me to say, so... let me finish, okay?" She nodded. "Okay... so, uh, we've known each other for a while, and we've... spent a lot of time together... we've been through a lot together... And I realized something: when I'm around you, I feel... a spark. I feel more alive, more relaxed, even when we're in mortal danger. I thought that I was afraid of you, and for good reason; I mean, you could kill me and I wouldn't even know what hit me, right?" He noticed that her expression fell ever so slightly. "Er, sorry. That- I didn't mean- never mind." He took a calming breath. "What I'm trying to say is that I realized that I wasn't afraid of you... I was afraid of hurting you. But now... what I want; what I truly want from the bottom of my heart..." he gazed into her bright green eyes and placed his hands on her shoulders, "I want to be with you. For as long as you'll have me." Laura took a sharp yet slight intake of breath. Her face fell to stare at the floor. "Laura?"

"I'm sorry," she whispered, breaking his grip and speedily walking away from him.

Julian could feel his heart pump shock through his body. "Laura?" he repeated, "Laura, wait! Where are you going?"

"I cannot..." she said with a slight choke in her voice.

Adrenaline racing through his veins, Julian flew full speed after Laura, stopping directly in front of her. "Laura. Talk to me," he said in a stern tone. Agile as ever, she weaved her way past him, but Julian telekinetically stopped her in her tracks.

"Let me go," she demanded quietly, head still down.

"Not until you promise to talk to me," he returned.

"I will not."

"Why?!" he asked desperately.

Suddenly, she raised her head to stare him directly in the eye: tears fell in a rapid torrent down her reddened cheeks. "Because you're going to die," she whimpered.

Julian's mouth fell slightly open. He blinked. "... What?"

She sobbed. "The Facility trained me - tortured me - into becoming a soulless assassin who would carry out any task without remorse. But somehow... some way, I still managed to develop emotion. I still feel every single murder, every single life that I have taken. Most painfully of all... I feel love. I love too much, and too many, and everyone - EVERYone - I love... suffers horrible fates."

Julian felt confused. "What...? I don't... that's not true, Laura."

"It IS!" she shrieked. "My sensei was kind to me, and he was punished with death. My mother..." she sobbed again, "She loved me so much, and I loved her... but I killed her with my own hands, just as she was trying to save me."

"Laura, there's no way that you could have-"

"My cousin, Megan. My aunt, Debbie. Both of them were forced to completely abandon any notion of having a safe, happy life because I arrived at their home. They could be dead - Kimura promised me that they would die." She took a deep, rattling breath. "When I encountered Logan for the first time, SHIELD arrived to reclaim me - he took several high caliber rounds to the chest to protect me. Cessily, the person who has become what people call my best friend, was kidnapped by the Facility and horrifically tortured."

"But that was Stryker who ordered that."

"They were able to discover her through me!" she cried. "And you..." Her voice became hushed. "You, whom I care about absolutely... you are certain to die. And if you, the man that I..." she gulped, "The man that I love so much died... I would not be able to take that pain."

She fell silent, save for the gentle sobs. Julian could barely believe what he was hearing. "Laura," he began after a while in a calm yet firm tone, "I'm not going to die."

"You are!"

"I'm not. I'm one of the most powerful mutants in the world, Laura. I'm very capable of protecting myself. Listen, the bad guys would already figure out that you and I... that we care about each other like this. Either way, they'd come after one of us to hurt the other. But you're really good at fighting them off and I... I'd kill for you, Laura." Her eyes widened. She could never have predicted this response. "Say the word, and I'll do it. Summers was right: we have to protect ourselves by any means possible. Kill or be killed. But no matter what danger arrives, no matter who wants to hurt us... I want to be with you and show you how much I love you. Can you honestly say you disagree?"

She wanted to come up with a rational argument as to why they could not be together. She wanted to compile evidence in her head and show him, step by step, why it was a bad idea. But she knew that the answer she came up with instantly would be the one she used. "No," she said, "I cannot."

He smiled; it was the same smile she always loved, the one that he took when things were okay. "Good," he said simply, and leaned towards her, eyes closed and mouth slightly open. She knew exactly what to do in response and put her lips to his, closing the gap completely.

Laura had imagined what a kiss felt like, before. She had calculated what it would feel like, how it would progress. But in that instant she realized that there was nothing she could have predicted about this kiss. It was as though a wonderful fire erupted all over her flesh, and intoxicating lightning struck her tongue. She forgot everything in that moment, everything except Julian. He was her world, all encompassing.

After what seemed like an eternity, the kiss ended and Laura flew back to reality. With a warm, steady finger, Julian wiped the remnants of tears from her cheeks. "I love you, Laura," he declared. "Please be with me."

"I will," she answered and was surprised to find no doubt in her voice.

"Thank you," he said. Placing his arm around her, he asked, "Hey... you want to get something to eat?"


"Cool." They began walking. To where, they were not sure, but both knew that the destination would be wonderful, no matter the difficulty of the journey. Laura smiled as the feeling of elation overtook her heart, and one thought coursed through her brain:

"All will be well."

>"All will be well."

Laura confirmed for Blue Lantern.

Now I want a pic of Green Lantern Hellion (which fits rather well, given his power set) and Blue Lantern X-23 together, with the two of them fueling each other's ring.

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Laura needs moar BFF time with her friends.

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a happy laura :3


For some reason, I imagine it that Laura is calling Kyle a douchebag for putting her through all that crap. Though I can't exactly picture Laura ever saying douchebag...

Not really porn-y, but you guys seem to like X-23/Spidey, so here's something you guys might like! Although it IS 4AM and this IS pretty much a first draft...

Laura groaned, eyes swollen, nose broken, body bloody and beaten.
"Awww, did I forgot to mention I've been working out?"
Laura coughed up a chunk of something. Lung? Tongue? Heart? Whatever it was, she had inevitably healed.
"Poor girl, cat got your tongue? Or, I guess I do." Kimura smirked, confirming the suspicions. Laura felt her mouth fill with blood.
"Give it a minute."
"Wha di yah..."
"Broken jaw and half a tongue, X. Give it some time. Let it heal."
Kimura pulled her up by her hair, a blow to the gut blinding Laura in pain.
"That bitch, Emma...tore my memories out of my head. Just be glad you can heal. Not that I'd LET you..." another kick. Damned if she wasn't telling the truth, she HAD gotten stronger. Or Laura was just so much weaker from the apparent beating. Her memory begins to return as her brain repaired itself, healing factor going into overdrive.

It did little good. The only memories she had were of seeing her cousin Megan before...Megan! She was alive.
"M-Megan?" her tongue had healed just enough to speak. "Megan, ah you awight?" Not quite finished.
"La...ura..." she wheezed.
"Poor thing. ONE little kick to the ribs and she can barely move." Kimura mocked the normal girl, clutching her chest and whimpering.
"Laura..." the voice was becoming a bit clearer, but still distant, almost slurred.
"Lauwa". Her mind snapped into focus. Her jaw was broken.
"Not just a kick."
"Ooh a smart one." Kimura grabbed X-23 by the cheeks and pulled her face close, bone cracking beneath the weight, "I wanted to TRY something...something fun. Something so few people seem to appreciate."
Kimura pulled X-23 into a kiss. There was no passion, no love in the kiss. No was their restraint. Lips that were likely stronger than most men's biceps ripped at the girls facial structure, before she was thrown aside.
"We'll try again when the jaw healed. Hard to tell if my kiss broke your face or if my hand did it."

Laura crawled to stand up, just now realizing her legs had been broken.
" you want..."
A kick sent her flying into a wall, a huge hole left in the drywall.
"Don't take a defiant tone with me, or so help me I'll make sure your little X-Friends have to remove the memories of how I flayed you with my bare hands if they want to take ANOTHER happy memory away."
Laura groaned, half disgusted by the image, half dizzy from the constant beating.

"I'm stronger than ever, y'know." Kimura flexed proudly, though her power was beyond the muscle (though Laura would have to admit she was definitely larger). "Docs say I'm in the 10 to 15 ton range...I'm inclined to believe them. Your little FRIEND over there could barely take a hug."
Megan was still gasping.
"I swear they make you girls so FLIMSY now a days. One little squeeze and you go limp like ragdolls."

Laura's claws finally cooperated. She lunged at Kimura's face with what little strength could be mustered. Kimura yawned, grasping the girls wrist. Without even twisting it, the sickening crunch made it clear that sheer strength had mangled the appendage.
"Please. These have never hurt me before. I'd give you points for effort, but you'd just lose them for sloppy execution...Speaking of."

Kimura walked over and pulled Megan into a sitting position.
"" Megan could barely groan. She needed medical attention, that much was obvious. Kimura straddled the broken girls lap, a wince and a whimper escaping her lips.
"Ya know, I lied on my dossier...110 pounds." she chuckled "Being a density shifter has it's share of perks. But did you know, with my muscle and my invulnerability..." Megan hacked, blood splattering Kimura's face. With a forceful hand she slapped Megan, harder than she intended (or fully intending), resulting in a shattered nose and a spray of blood.
"WITH my know what my REAL weight would be? Muscular, dense, damn near 6 feet?"
Megan couldn't even make sounds anymore.
"What's that? 210? Spot on sweetheart."
Megan was sobbing. X was trying to scramble to her feet. Her wounds were finally healed up enough. She could make it out, but Megan would most certainly be killed. A shadow flashed by. One of the X-Men? They could only hope.

"Is this one of those kinky domination parties I hear Clint talking about?" That voice. Laura could swear she had heard it before. But where...the familiar colors reminded her instantly. She had heard it on TV. And her wildest fantasies.
"The one and only. Because seriously, if there's more, I'm getting screwed. Or cloned. Which HAS actually happened, believe it or not..." the room fell quiet as he looked at X-23s claws. "Something tells me you do."
"This isn't your fight, Wall-crawler." Kimura growled.
"Au contraire, ma'am." a webline attached itself to her back, yanking the tall, dark woman off poor Megan's battered body and into a coffee table, "Any time I see a trail of blood, it's my fight...and word to the wise, don't beat them half to death BEFORE dragging them up the steps."

Kimura stood up slowly, cracking her neck. "It's gonna take a LOT more than that to hurt me! I'm damn near invulnerable, stronger than you..."
A flurry of punches connected with her jaw before she could even finish her sentence.
"And another thing? Don't tell the superhero you're hard to hurt. Especially not when he's got the proportionate strength of a spider."
Kimura soon found herself sailing through the air once again, shattering the sliding glass window. Another groan as she stood herself up, knees weak.

"And don't underestimate someone because they're WEAKER than you." The leaping kick send her tumbling into a tree, "I'm quicker and harder to hit than you, I can almost guarantee it."
A clumsy blow was dodged, almost completely devoid of the spider-sense assistance. Kimura throw another right, and then a left. Showing off his equilibrium, Spider-man simply leaned back farther and farther to dodge the attacks.
Laura watched in awe. He was saving them. Both of them. But...why was Kimura fighting so lazily?
A kick finally connected, but Spidey had already begun traveling, sucking momentum from the blow.
"I may be mistaken. YOU might be the clone of Logan. Sure do fight like him...Mr. "Samurai."
"SHUT. UP." clouded by losing her grip after being so close, the skilled movements of an assassin were replaced by the bulky and off-center swings of a street fighter. The insult-hurling superhero didn't help matters, nor did his superior agility.

"Jeez, no sense of humor nowadays. Back in my day you guys and gals called me 'Webhead', 'Wallcrawler', 'The Webslinger.' Now it's just 'You!', or my personal favorite, words I can't repeat in the presence of a lady. Aunt May'd have my head."
Kimura clutched her head.
"Oh come on they weren't that bad.
The hole in her memory was painful. It literally caused her agony. Laura rushed outside to watch the battle unfold.
"Don't worry!" he turned his attention to the young girl, "Ambulance should be here any minute!"
He grabbed Kimura's arm, "Hey I think you're built better than me," and with that, he slammed her face-first into the tree. Webbing stuck fast around her body, punch-drunk and too dizzy to break free.

"Sp...Spider-man..." Laura's wounds had healed, sirens and lights making it apparent that the ambulance had arrived.
"She should be okay." he lied. Not about her condition, simply about knowing how she'd turn out.
"Thank you..." Laura threw her arms around him, hugging him close. He felt safe.
"Woah, problem...Miss..."
She tugged up on the mask.
"Woah, boundaries Laura, I j-"
He was cut off by the kiss. Not a deep kiss, and certainly not one like Kimura had given her. A tender kiss.
"So, Mr. Spider-man..." her face was beet red. Laura was a killer, not a flirter, "I...might need a ride to see my friend."
Spider-man arched a brow.
"Uh...s-sure, Laura. Let's go. I think I hear the cops. And I don't need to explain why I'm holding a minor."
Laura chuckled, "'m not a minor, bub..." she grinned, pulling herself close to his chest, the last word slipping out.
"If you're gonna get all cuddly can you not call me 'bub'?"

NOT MY BEST WORK I am sure but what the hell I finally got it out

Are you fucking retarded? This was aweseome!

As the progenitor of the X-23/Spider-Man pairing's popularity (if I may be so bold), I must say that this is quite the lovely take on it. In fact, it's more incentive (that I am resisting) to re-tool the idea and relaunch it as something more... palatable.

tl;dr good story bro

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Ohhh Tim... what have you done? Can't you just have the sniktfamily on a picnic or something?


ah she probably just knocked on the wrong door.

Given Laura's complete lack of body language there, I can't imagine her expression being anything but "What are you doing Daken. I am X-23. You are Daken. It doesn't even fit."

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Yay! Sniktboobs!

Why are you people flanderizing her? She isn't autistic. :(

Anon's text suggests he means she looks so nonplussed in that picture that her reaction seems to be that. That's not flanderization, it's criticism.

Yeah, you're right, I take back what I said about flanderization and autism.

Poster here. It's not exactly criticism, it's just my own humorous interpretation.

... well, I think it's funny.

"What is this I don't even"

Always feels good to have others appreciate your work. Especially the progenitor of the subject!
(And stop resisting. The world needs more Snikt-thwip)

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found an x-23 pic i wanted to color. here's the plain verson.

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more explicit version.

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and for those who like a little bush (or those who'd point out that it would grow back as fast as she shaves).

This picture takes place shortly before her first time with Hellion, I like to imagine.

Well done on the coloring. You got her skintone and the glorious green eyes down pat (though honestly they should be just a tad brighter green).

You know, just because she shaves her hair, doesn't mean it will immediately grow back. By that logic, the lanugo she would have shed in the womb would have just grown back in full.


usually comic book healing sets your body to what is "normal". so if you normally lose your lanugo permanently, it doesn't heal back. but on places you normally have hair it would grow back. this is also how it works with wolverine on his head usually - if he gets hit with a blast that burns his hair off, the hair comes back as quick as everything else... it may just be laziness because an artist doesn't want to remember to draw him part bald the next few weeks, but it still sets a precedent.

Her healing factor only emerged when they irradiated her body. This was well after she was born.

That doesn't mean every hair on her body won't grow back.

Come to think about it, her toes and her wrists shouldn't be able to bend when her claws are out.

Considering hair is dead anyway, I don't think a healing factor ought to grow it back. The follicle could heal, but there's no reason the hair should grow back.

Not that biology really has any place in comic book physics anyway. I guess it's really more a question of whether or not the writer wants it to grow back.

No, I mean, as anon said, healing factors return them to their "standard form." Wolverine goes all hairy bub, Deadpool is still cancer'd up, and Laura is sweet delicious punk/goth chick.

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>This thread

This thread should live on.

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Oh, I found this sketch on /co/ a while ago and didn't post it since the artist said they were gonna finish it, but they never did to my knowledge. :(

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Laura is aroused. Or cold.

have fun!

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Will Conrad is drawing the new X-23 ongoing. These are some of his sketches. I love the outfit she has here. Too-baggy clothes are oddly adorable.

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