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@honey3badger
i submit for examination a compilation of moments (thus far) that suggest that gabby kinney is a canon queer
grown up future gabby has the queer haircut™
future gabby is also married to a “taylor”, a very ambiguously gendered name
wants to have her birthday on the same day as evan rachel wood, noted bisexual icon
painted a big gay rainbow on a sentinel
and lastly: “hasn’t fully explored those feelings for the girl on the bus”
Wolverines and a King.
theimperiusrex:
“I had hoped you would.” Muttered Namor under his breath but he did not move an inch as the girl perched on his throne. He watched her from the corner of his eye but she didn’t seem to be doing this to mock him, rather just to ‘hang out’ as the teens say.
Namor wasn’t used to smaller children who weren’t Atlanteans to be so friendly to him. He enjoyed spending time with the smaller guppies who liked to poke their heads into the throne room every now and then. There was currently an on going competition to see if one of them could get Namor to react to anything they did, they would make silly faces as he stared down at them, he kept his composure because he did not want them to leave and it was amusing to watch them. Usually after he was done with his daily audiences where his people would come to him for advice the group of three or five children would slowly trickle into the throne room.
Today they would find a surprise with both wolverines. Jonathan snuffled around the room a bit, Namor’s first meeting was just starting and the man speaking, a lesser noble of his court, asked Namor when he would be sending Gabby away so they may do business, his current easy mood soured. In a deadly quiet tone that did not betray his emotions he said, “The Honey Badger will stay where she is. If you have issue then leave. Namor does not have all day to make you comfortable. I have many others waiting for their turn.”
Namor could hope all he wanted. Gabby wasn't ever going to just stay in the guest quarters. There were mermaids to see! As well as an underwater kingdom to explore. The idea of simply staying one place was nearly horrifying with everything else around to do. Namor was also interesting. How often did someone get to meet a king? Let alone someone her age.
Relaxed on the throne she blinked hearing the question as to when she'd be sent away, and glanced at Namor. If he said to leave she would. It was one thing to come say hi, and hang out. Quite another to disobey a direct order in his own court in front of his people. Gabby was young with a rather lacking sense of danger. That didn't mean she didn't understand how certain things could be bad. Hearing Namor's response Gabby couldn't help a happy smile, but did her best not to smirk or seem rude. A part of her wanted to say something. To thank Namor, or to make a comment about how it was not wise to test a kings patience. She was however a guest, and didn't want to push her luck. She was already perched on a spot few if any others would have dared.
The noble apparently decided it wasn't that big a deal, and stayed to discuss business. After all it was hard enough to get a meeting with Namor. He would however inform others outside the room that there was a surface dweller there.
At some point during a lull between meetings Gabby tilted her head looking at Namor. “Don't you ever get bored of this? I mean I'm interested sure, but I can't imagine having to do this as a career or what ever. Do you even get snacks, or anything in here?”
clawsandmotorcycles:
Gabby’s words confused Logan even more. Was he not Wolverine in this …dimension? Reality?
“She hasn’t picked out a name. The kid from where I come from, anyway. She’s Laura?“ If X23 called herself Laura, then Logan knew her. Or another version of her. Maybe he could suggest the name if she asked for an opinion, or perhaps he’d keep it to hisself and see if his universe’s X23 would take the same name. “What do I - this universe’s me - call myself if I ain’t the Wolverine?“
There was no denying that the moment of anger had showed that Gabby was definitely related to him and Laura. Still, as her mood turned to chipper, Logan smiled. The kid was a lot happier than he’d expect of someone related to him - but maybe that was a good thing.
“I ain’t a sweets kinda person, but sure. What’s Laura think a’ you eatin’ ice cream ‘fore dinner?“
Gabby blinked up at Logan before nodding. “Yes, for the sake of clarity. Laura was named X23, and then became Laura Kinney, and now has Wolverine as a code name. I'm Gabrielle Kinney, but everyone calls me Gabby. I was X23 4GAB but if you ever call me that I will stab you. Multiple times.” Logan's question about himself made her shift a bit uncomfortably.
“Ahhh, you were...but...I mean....” Gabby had no idea at all how to tell someone that they had died. It seemed a bit awkward even for her. “Logan died, and then Old Man Logan showed up from another universe and ended up stabbing me in the chest so he's not the coolest inter-dimensional Grandpa anymore, and now you are here as well.” One long breathless sentence that ended up with an apologetic smile.
“Of course there really aren't a whole lot of Mutants left anymore after everything.” Voice going quiet her eyes flickered away for a moment. Turning she headed for the ice cream stand fully intending to get which ever ice cream they had with the most chocolate. Chocolate made things better.
Mini-Wolverines
snikterdoodle:
Laura noticed Gabby’s smile at the sight of her claws, and although it didn’t quite elicit a smile in return, it did make her like the girl more. She didn’t like how she got her adamantium claws, but they were pretty cool.
Laura watched Gabby remove the branch with curiosity and a little horror, followed by confusion. ¿Pero qué mierda? Unless her senses were deceiving her – which had never happened before – the clawed girl wasn’t feeling any pain at all. It was one thing to have a high tolerance for pain, but this was different. Even her own heart rate would have risen at least a little.
None of the kids at the institute were ‘from around there’, really, but Laura suspected Gabby meant something different; she just wasn’t sure what. She had so many questions, but she wasn’t good at asking them, and Jonathan interrupted her train of thought before she got any out.
“¿Qué?” Although Laura understood most English and could speak it when she needed to, ‘den’ wasn’t a word she’d had reason to hear before. It felt strange talking to an animal, but he was a talking animal, so it didn’t feel foolish. Maybe he was a lab experiment, too – Gabby as well, she assumed, since that’s where all the new mutants came from in the last twenty-five years. Was Jonathan actually an animal, or just a small, particularly hairy mutant?
More importantly, did Transigen-Alkali have another branch somewhere? Were there other children trying to get free and to Xavier’s like they had? If there was going to be any super-heroing, the X-Men had better let her help, she thought.
“Are…there others?”
Gabby didn't really notice Laura's reaction to her pulling the branch out. Most people were a bit taken aback by her, and her lack of pain so Gabby kind of just tuned most peoples reactions out unless they approached her directly about it.
“He means we need a... well he'd likely say a safe place of our own. I'd say a place to live even if it's just a room in a school or something. Together, with Jonathan. Where I go he goes, and where he goes I go.” Gabby refused to be separated from the wolverine. If anyone had a problem with that she'd likely just go back out into the wilds, and try to figure things out from there.
She continued eating of course. Steadily, and without any embarrassment at all despite that large amount of food she was in taking. Laura's question made her go still for a moment, before giving a little shake of her head. “No, no others. I had sisters, but almost all of them died. The others I don't have any way to get to right now.” It was the truth without offering up the strangest bit. That she was from another universe, time line, what ever. Gabby wasn't sure.
Looking to Laura she offered a little smile. “Sorry, I over share at times. Always been the talker of the group. Guess I need to figure out where to go from here huh?”
Sleep over
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“There is nothing silly about that,” D’rorah assured her. “Plenty of people do not like being alone.” As far as D’rorah was concerned, Gabby was a bit young to stay overnight alone anyway. Certainly, she wouldn’t have left a child alone at Gabby’s age. Mutant children in this world were forced to grow up quickly much of the time, so she knew it probably wasn’t so unusual, but that didn’t mean she had to stand idly by when she could help.
“To tell the truth, I do not much care for being all alone myself. I spend a lot of time alone, but I enjoy being around people, meeting new people. That is half the fun of being in the world, right?” She smiled.
“The guest bedroom is comfortable,” she said. “And you can bring Jonathan as well. Sometimes I have a cat… but he knows how to stay out of the way, and he has not been around in a while. So it should not be a problem. We can stop by your place to pick up a few things. How long do you need to stay?”
Hearing D'rorah's reassurance Gabby looked back up, and smiled happily. She'd been kind of nervous that D'rorah would tease her. Some adults did that, and she generally didn't like that. D'rorah didn't seem like the kind to do so, but it was hard to tell sometimes. “Meeting new people is fun. People, and animals, and everything. I even met an insect alien race once. That was kind of icky though.”
Gabby wouldn't admit it of course, but she'd been left with a slight distaste for large insects after that incident. Being forced to become a new Hive Queen could have that effect. Thankfully she'd managed to get free. “Well of course Jonathan will come. I can't just leave him all alone. Ummm...” Taking a bit of her ice cream she pouted realizing it was almost all gone.
“Maybe two nights? By then things should be back to normal.” One more bit of ice cream and she considered it mournfully before looking hopefully up at D'rorah. “Can we get more ice cream to take with us? It's kind of like a vacation after all, and besides I use up a lot of calories.”
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Lemon Sharkpup has caught his tail and doesn’t know what to do next
Let’s not kid ourselves; if I wait to post this till I get Daken’s dumb claws on, I’ll never post it.
On one hand I absolutely love Monet and Gabby.
On the other hand the Marvel Universe, to me, generally speaking, as a whole… Just feels depressing, and that makes it hard for me to stay invested.
Particularly when I have a lot of threads over on my DC muse, and a decent amount on my OC…I am SO far behind.
I am really tempted to become highly selective with Monet and Gabby and drop a large chunk of stuff (maybe just close Gabby), and concentrate mostly on Rumple and Cassandra.
On one hand I absolutely love Monet and Gabby.
On the other hand the Marvel Universe, to me, generally speaking, as a whole… Just feels depressing, and that makes it hard for me to stay invested.
Particularly when I have a lot of threads over on my DC muse, and a decent amount on my OC…I am SO far behind.
hurt her. hurt her and see what happens. hurt her and find my hand around your throat and blood running down your chest.
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Mini-Wolverines
snikterdoodle:
Laura’s eyes widened at the sight of the bone claw. Others might have told her that using it to scoop peanut butter wasn’t hygienic, but that was the last thought on Laura’s mind. She extended the claws from one of her hands. Was it to show Gabby, or compare? She wasn’t sure. Maybe it was like a contagious yawn. Regardless, she stood there, claws out but at her side, staring at Gabby in bewilderment.
Her trance was broken by Jonathan’s movement, and although she said nothing, her eyes followed him as he made his way under the table to eat. Laura also liked to eat under tables, in nooks, or in other little places that felt protected, somehow. Whatever the creature was, he was growing on her already.
Laura nodded her head. This was Xavier’s, although he no longer ran the school himself (even if he was a little senile, Laura thought he was wonderful). When she nodded it a second time, there was a look of understanding on her face, and shared pain. When Gabriela died, she had felt the same way. Thankfully, she didn’t have to be on her own for very long, though.
Laura noticed the injury before, but only in the quick, cursory way she noted everything in a new situation. She didn’t consciously assess and decide what of the information she took in would take priority; it happened as most people processed sensory information, except there was more of it—a lot more—so sometimes tree branch in a leg didn’t rank as high as it maybe should have. When Gabby hopped onto the counter, though, there was an increase in the metallic scent of blood—not a lot, not like death, or dismemberment—like perhaps the movement had jarred the branch. Regardless of why, an increase in blood registered in her mind as an increase in danger, and drew her attention.
“Your thigh,” she said, with a strong Mexican accent. Did Gabby not care about the injury because of a healing factor like she had? Even if that were the case, it must hurt, though, right? Laura always pulled out things she was stabbed, impaled, or otherwise pierced with right away. Her questions about the girl just kept increasing.
Seeing the claws extended from Laura's hand brought a cheerful smile from Gabby. It was proof in a way that she was someplace at least half way familiar. There were mutants, one of her sisters was here kind of albeit a much younger version, and she had managed to get to Xavier's. Things were looking up. It would be nice of course if she was still home, but that was something that could be considered later.
That scent of blood actually hit Gabby's nose as well, and she looked up for a moment as though trying to figure out where it was coming from before Laura answered the question for her. Looking down at her thigh there was a faintly irritated look on Gabby's face that was almost reminiscent of how Laura might look when annoyed. “Oh come on. I liked these pants. Great, now I have to figure out how to replace them.”
Shaking her head she reached down, and gave a little tug at the small branch. She had of course healed around it, and so it wouldn't be that easy. Taking a bite of beef jerky Gabby casually used one of her claws to open up the area around the branch just a tiny bit before wiggling the branch and yanking it out. Blood of course followed with it, but the wound quickly closed completely.
One noticeable thing was that Gabby hadn't given off even the smallest hint of any pain. No grimace, no scent change, no grunt, nothing. It didn't matter what sense was used there was no sign she had been in any pain at all.
Setting the branch casually down next to her Gabby went back to eating. Cleaning could be done later. Food was more important. “Good jerky. So...I'm, not. Ahhh, really from around here...” Voice trailing off Gabby wasn't sure what to say. Hi I'm your clone from a different world? I come in peace? Do you know Dr. Strange because maybe he can get me back home? It all sounded awkward at best. Particularly as it wasn't like she had any proof of anything. Jonathan grumbled from under the table. “Need. Den.”
“✎” ((honey3badger))
Headcanons.
(Assuming this is 11052!Logan with your version of Gabs.)
Logan does not curse in front of Gabby, instead choosing to grumble and/or growl.
She probably doesn’t curse around him either - though there’s at least one occasion when she’s dropped the f-word with him right behind her back.
Gabby gets to be the spoiled-rotten granddaughter Logan never had, though his version of “spoiled rotten” is two (2) compliments per month, top-tier fridge space for any and all drawings, and occasional ice cream.
Both Gabby and Logan fussing over Laura, if she’s staying hydrated and getting enough sleep.
Logan braiding Gabby’s hair, letting her tie his own in pigtails in return.
Logan doesn’t ask about Gabrielle’s past or the scars on her face but oh boy would he have a fish to fry with several people if she ever opens up about it. (He’d also like to punch his alternative-universe self in the gut for stabbing her, and piss on a couple of graves.)
For some reason Gabby is one of the few people who doesn’t really get intimidated by Logan. This annoys him, because he’s so used to having people do as he says with zero questions.
She’s old enough for Logan to be serious around her, but she’s well aware that he’s a softie who makes faces to get babies to laugh. If asked, though, she’ll tell the asker that being a dad is his secondary mutation.
After Logan pulling the “you didn’t ask“ on her once, Gabrielle will occasionally ask him weirdly specific questions about random stuff.
Gabby does a spot-on imitation of Logan, which mostly consists of hunching over a table, grunting, and muttering “bub“ with as deep a voice as she can muster.
//lol I love it! And ya Gabby doesn’t really get intimidated by pretty much anyone.
Sandcastle
@theimperiusrex said:(Gabby) *swims into your inbox* Pets are no longer allowed at the beach. He ruined my sandcastle.
Gabby looked up at Namor with a faintly surprised look that quickly turned into something that could best be described as an “excuse you” look. “First of all. Jonathan? Not a pet, he's family. Second it's not his fault if you couldn't protect your sandcastle. You are a king, and you should be better at that sort of thing.”
Waving Namor away she tugged at Jonathan's leash who gave a very satisfied smirk to Namor as they started to walk past the king onto the beach. “Now then it's time for our daily exercise...and then sandcastle building! I'll bet I can make a better one then you. Even if you are so tall it might as well be cheating.”