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Ships that you can literally always talk to me about because they’re just so cute and I can’t:
Odesta
Clato
Remadora
Romione
Starmora
Valmora
Bugborg
Brutasha
Scarletvision
Sambucky
Eposette
Enjoltaire
Jatherine
Sprace
Slexie
Crowen
Calzona
Roger x Mimi
Angel x Collins
Joanne x Maureen
Fiyeraba
Peraltiago
Kevin x Holt
Not a ship but I’m always up to talk about Rosa Diaz.
Starco
Globclipsa
Orphydice
Happiness / literally any character involved in any of the above
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Loki: You’re such a coward.
Valkyrie: I am not!
Loki: Prove it! I’ll give you twenty units if you kiss Gamora right now.
Valkyrie: Deal
Valkyrie: *walks over to Gamora and kisses her*
*Later*
Gamora: Why would Loki give you twenty units to kiss me?
Valkyrie: Cause I didn’t tell him we are already dating.
cql fandom au!
@val-mora and I are working on this one (Val more than me, lbr)! The CQL crew are all part of a fandom for a Cdrama that does not exist. Fandom drama occurs.
smol excerpt written by me. you can probably guess who pinyouupgirl is :D
pinyouupgirl
Asks are open again in anticipation of the Lunar New Year exchange. You all know the drill. I’ll answer questions about medicine (both modern and traditional), agriculture in the time during which Standing Gate is probably set, and very occasionally translation asks if I’m feeling up to it (no promises on that last one).
#housekeeping
the champion (of the people who don't believe in champions)
for @valmcras
gamora is the greatest champion sakaar has ever seen.
she's undefeated, merciless, a blur of green and metal as she whirls across the battlefield, sword elegant in its brutality and motions confident, sure. there's no one like her, never has been. they can't match her style, her ability.
her rage.
sakaar is the home of lost things, and gamora has been lost for a long, long time, since she stole a ship from her father's men and flew until the engine died, died, died.
she drifted in space, for awhile, rations low and desperation high, and then - and then.
some would say she was lucky, to land on a planet like this, where she can thrive.
some would say otherwise.
gamora doesn't care much, can't. nothing matters except the winning, the surviving. it's not much, but it's a life.
and people love her here. they adore her. it's been a year, and she's still not used to that. she’s not sure she ever will be. she can numb everything else out, but not the love. it’s too foreign. it will always be too foreign.
even loved, it’s lonely.
that comes with being the last of your kind, really - it’s a constant isolation that pricks at her skin, even in a crowd. it’s a pain that leaves her eyes burning and terrifying, more angry or more sad no one can ever be sure.
someone once said that if you live long enough, you can see the same eyes on different people’s faces.
the same eyes.
the grandmaster introduces gamora to scrapper 142, and it’s like staring into a mirror.
there’s a tense pause, gamora’s gaze locked onto hers from across the room, every one of her nerve endings on fire, and then - the scrapper breaks the odd, aching peace, knocks back a swig from the bottle of alcohol she seems to carry with her everywhere, demands more money than she deserves from the grandmaster, and leaves.
just like that, it’s over.
just like that.
she doesn't expect to see the scrapper ever again, doesn't expect to feel the burn of her eyes just one more time, doesn't want to, really, doesn't want the unsteady footing, the unchecked change.
but since when has she ever gotten what she wants? since when has the universe worked in her favor?
they meet. they drink. they spar.
gamora calls her scrapper; scrapper calls her champion.
there's no sweetness on sakaar. there's no sweetness between them. that's something they couldn't dare, wouldn't risk.
and yet. gamora's smile is a little softer, the scrapper's laugh is a little warmer, and there are a hundred thousand other things they shouldn't do, shouldn't say, that happen anyways.
it shouldn't be a surprise, though it still is, when scrapper pulls gamora into her arms for the third time that week, mirror image wildfire eyes sparking with something gamora hasn't seen in years, and says, "call me brunnhilde."
gamora hesitates, calculates, risk assessment running through her head.
"only if you'll call me gamora."
a kiss works to seal the deal.
First character of the Valmora comics. Volo
Really nice to be drawing again after the last bout depression. I hope this project will keep me motivated during covid.
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Protection for gamora x valkyrie? (Or whatever ship you want 😃)
Valkyrie doesn’t need protection. Just because she’s the new king of Asgard doesn’t mean that suddenly her muscles have weakened and she can’t protect herself any longer. The horror!
She levels Thor with a glare.
“I don’t need a bodyguard.”
“I know,” Thor says cheerily, as if he’s not continually pissing her off the longer their discussion goes on. “But you’ll need someone to help you attack people who try. You can’t take on five at once.”
“Watch me.”
“Oh I’ll watch failure on the big screen,” Thor adds readily, still pleasantly smiling. “But you know that someone matching your skill would be beneficial in case there are some situations that you can’t get to because of diplomatic reasons.”
“I’ll just call Loki to terrorize them.”
“You and I both know that the only things Loki does are for self-care or future benefits.”
“He’s scared of me.”
“He’s also scared of commitment, but you don’t see him telling us that he’s going to stop bringing Grandmaster all over the place.”
“Please do not remind me of that.”
“Then accept.”
Valkyrie throws her hands up and agrees.
The woman before her levels her with a gaze that is even, indifferent, and all the more interesting than previously thought.
“My name is Gamora,” she says. “I’m here to take care of threats.”
“Alongside me,” Valkyrie says, not willing to relinquish her previous past. “Why have you come here?”
“I was asked,” Gamora answers. “As well as this, my–my acquaintance is wanting to study new Asgardian text.”
Valkyrie is well aware that a few of the older citizens have transcribed a few of the texts from memory, and they were incredibly lucky to have them. She also knew that only Thor or she could give permission. She looks over to Thor.
“You know of her. Mantis.”
Valkyrie turns towards Gamora.
“And you elected not to study alongside?”
Gamora’s mouth quirks up in an amused smile.
“That is not my preferred area of expertise.”
“Then show me. We shall battle and see what happens.”
Brunhilde is a woman who goes unmatched when it comes to combat. Being the last of the Valkyries (for now), she was trained to battle above all else.
She’s not sure where Gamora’s from or what lessons she has learned, but they are very similar. She plays dirty from the start, and Brunhilde quickly switches techniques.
Their force is considerable against each other, and Gamora is unrelentless in her pursuit.
The fight ends with Gamora pressed against a wall and kicking Val’s stomach.
“Enough,” Thor says. “It is clear you both are equal in fighting, and I’m getting hungry so I want us to get lunch. Sound good?”
“Give me a minute,” Gamora rasps, looking directly at Brunhilde. “I’m impressed, Your Highness.”
“Call me Brunhilde,” she responds.
It’s a sign of respect, really. Few received the honor to call Valkyrie by her true name.
“You are impressive,” Valkyrie says, grinning. “Join us for lunch.”
Gamora nods, and while Thor is discussing new royal deals with Valkyrie, she smiles to herself.
(She really hopes that Quill doesn’t see her in such a…state. The teasing would be relentless.)
Damn, the Guardians of the Galaxy cartoon is really out there, trying to make me ship Valkyrie/Gamora, huh? I mean... it’s totally working, I didn’t have a Gamora-ship so far so this is nice.
For @lesbiansassemble femslash writing challenge!
Pairing: Valkyrie x Gamora
Warnings: swearing, violence
Word count: 3.861
Alone.
That’s all Valkyrie has ever been.
Sometimes, she has dreams. Dreams of other people, people loving and caring about her. But they are just that.
Dreams. Dumb, stupid, naïve dreams.
And yet – yet she never forgets them.
It’s like some cruel joke, like destiny is laughing at her.
Not that she believes in destiny. Destiny hurts innocent people – and well, if no one can protect them, then she will do it. Maybe a bit drunk and dazed, but hey – better than nothing.
Valkyrie knows that she’s not popular. Yes, she saves lives, but she is not particularly known for keeping the damage small. But hey, at least the people are still alive, right?
She’s on her usual stroll, going up and down the alcohol aisle at the supermarket, as if she would take something else than usual. The bell rings above the door; Valkyrie doesn’t even turn to look who it is. That is, until she hears the click of a gun.
“Really? It was supposed to be a chill night,” she mutters under her breath to herself before rounding the corner.
A badly disguised guy stands there, the gun held at the cashier.
“Hey dude, come on. That’s my favourite store.”
At her voice, the guy spins around. A second passes before he starts shooting at her.
She sighs, snipping one of the bullets aside and quickly stepping right in front of him. She yanks the gun out of his hands, grabs his collar and throws him into one of the shelves. Bottles fall to the floor around him, shards flying everywhere.
“Man, that was one of my favourite liquors,” Valkyrie says with a grimace, looking at the shards.
The guy looks at her with wide eyes, trying to get up, but slipping on the wet ground.
She gets closer to him and he visibly shakes, attempting to get away from her.
“Hey, come on, take my hand.”
He keeps staring at her like a deer in the headlights, so she just pulls him up, brushing the shards of his coat.
“See? You’re alright.”
With one swift motion, she pulls the cap from his head and pushes him to the cashier. “He’s yours.”
She then takes the two bottles left on the shelf. “You’re welcome.”
Valkyrie has already one opened and at her lips while she leaves the store, leaving two very confused men behind.
