#omenshipping

[wisyhana]

It's holidays here so take this bunch of drawings of 5ds specifically only scoopshipping muahahaha and as always the nsfw content is only available in my patreon 💕

Gotta draw more omenshipping or straight up JackxCarlyxMisty 😤

[blindchandelure]

5 Days Of YGO Femslash ‘24: 1/5

Omenshipping + Portrait

[yugioh-rare-pair-poll]

Round 1: Poll 3

Propaganda under the cut

Pairing 1: Blueroseshipping (Bruno/Aki Izayoi | Akiza Izinski)

Propaganda: because i love pain and unrequited love

Pairing 2: Omenshipping (Carly Nagisa | Carly Carmine

/Misty Lola | Misty Tredwell)

Propaganda: Dark Signer lesbians are best lesbians

Now, let’s keep things civil. This is a silly poll where we can share why we love our overlooked ships. There’s no need to be nasty to prove your point. Bashers will be consumed by the earthen gods.

[team5ds]

in my head, i do everything right

Summary: death was just who they are. misty could see it coming. and yet there's still so much that she didn't see coming. she should've seen it in the signs.

Rating: T

Ships: Misty Lola/Carly Carmine

Author’s note: prompt is "omen" for @sapphic-september. so naturally, omen, omenshipping. it just fit.

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Misty could see it in Carly's face - she was destined to die. She tried to not regard it with sadness. Death was inevitable, and it came for everyone. Of course, considering that she herself was already the walking dead, perhaps she just saw omens everywhere. She could see it in Carly now - the looming shadow from the depths of hell that longed to snatch her away. Something tied Misty to her - she didn't know what it was. Perhaps eventually she would understand the omens that she could see surrounding the young reporter, but for now all she could do was warn her that her time was almost up.

She just didn't know what that would look like. She couldn't have imagined the violence that would have happened, and that the reason she'd become like her was because of the unanswered questions. Questions she could've answered if she'd known. She'd hoped by turning Carly away, she could save her. Omens, however, had a funny way of working.

Trying to prevent the inevitable always led to destruction. Misty had known that. And yet she'd hoped by some miracle that it'd be different this time. That by denying Carly the truth, she'd be able to spare her. That shutting the door in her face would somehow make her give up on this investigation that'd lead to her doom. She couldn't have known that Carly would be foolish enough to go to the Arcadia to find the answers herself. After all, Misty already knew who'd caused Toby's death, didn't she? Carly, in all her undead glory, warned her that the truth might be different from what she'd believed.

An omen, but was it for Misty or for Carly? Misty didn't know, and truly, she didn't care which it was so long as she got her revenge. Her revenge, that as far as she was concerned, was a long time coming. And yet when she was with Carly, she could almost lose focus. Carly, who didn’t know what she was brought back for, with no clear reasoning for revenge.

The Arcadia movement bound them together in a way Misty hadn’t expected. Just like Toby, Carly had died here. It almost slowed her - made her stop to reconsider the path she was on. As if Carly herself was the omen that something was not right in the course she was on. As if the world was begging Misty to reconsider her actions.

Maybe if she’d listened, she wouldn’t be staring down a truth that rocked her to her very core.

[merryfortune]

Smile for the Camera

Written for @5daysofygofemslash

Day 4: Sparkle & Shine | Murky & Unexpected

Title: Smile for the Camera

Ship: Omenshipping | Carly/Misty 

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D’s

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,023

Tags: Depression, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

   Carly’s not naive. 

   She’s not stupid, either.

   She’s just an optimist. 

   She’s had to live on only her wits and cup ramen noodles. She knows that she is more resilient than some. Hell, she has literally died and come back. She fell out a window, died, and went through Hell. She knows, okay? Carly is not stupid, and she’s not naive either.

   She’s just an optimist and she is head over heels in love with her girlfriend. 

   That makes a lethal combination, let Carly tell you. It really is an absolutely lethal combination. There’s a lot that goes into it. Hard work. Infatuation. Compromise. Plenty more. She’s a photographer, Misty’s a model. They’re both liches if you think about it too hard and Carly’s behind on rent more often than not. That’s just life, apparently, and life can be tough. It can be hard to get through, if at all. It was kind of a pointless adage but it was true: no one gets out of life alive.

   Granted, they’re not meant to and yet, Carly and Misty have managed to get through to the other side of it. Hand in hand, no less. Even if Misty’s hand was trembling. She didn’t want this second chance but Carly was glad she had it. 

   Together, they would find a way to make it work but Misty wasn’t a crowd favourite anymore so she barely gets bit parts in fashion magazines these days. Carly was never even close to being her boss’s favourite to begin so she’s often scraping together fluff pieces if she’s lucky. It's a bit tricky but they have three meals a day more often than not. So that’s a win in Carly’s books but it doesn’t always pan out that way. 

   Even if she does cook enough for two, sometimes Misty’s not hungry and doesn’t join Carly at the table for whatever meal is applicable. Sometimes Misty’s not hungry for days at a time. The kind of days when she just sleeps or showers for hours on end. The days that are so quiet and lonely, Carly wonders if she lives alone rather than shares an apartment with her girlfriend. 

   Carly’s enough to believe that she can love Misty better, but she is hopeful enough to believe that she can love Misty until it gets easier. Until she can smile freely and mean it. All she wants is to give Misty reminders - constant reminders - that she is loved and that love makes life worth living after losing her little brother and even losing her own life. 

   “Smile for the camera?” Carly asks and she always asks.

   Not even just for permission, just because she never not has her camera in her hands. It was a hard earned piece of hardware. She takes good care of it and it takes good care of her in return. 

   Most of the time, when Misty is asked if she wants to smile for the camera. She doesn’t. Good thing she looks drop dead gorgeous in candids just as much as she does in glamour shots but when she does say yes, Carly can feel her heart stop. Not because it's bad but because Misty is so beautiful, her looks could kill.

   But today, Misty is feeling generous. She smiles, tired, but amused. “Of course, my love.”

   “Thank you.” Carly replied, quick to snap up this opportunity.

   She gets them all the time but it's special each and every time.

   Misty turned her head slightly and her long, black hair cascaded over her arm. She had her chin propped up by her hand which was perched on the glass table. She smiled into the barrel of the camera, dazzled by the flash but Carly was dazzled by the beauty of her girlfriend against the setting sun. 

   The sparkle and shine of the camera as Carly raised it to her eye, it caught a gleam in Misty’s eye as it just drew in all the rays of the last, dying light of a lovely, Sunday afternoon. Carly’s hands were steady as she held it and Misty was much the same, waiting, waiting, waiting until… click.

   Carly took Misty’s photo.

   “How do I look?” Misty asked.

   “Amazing.” Carly exclaimed, breathless and excited. 

   “And let me guess… you want to print it out?” Misty asked.

   “Yes, of course. Physical media will never go out of fashion!” Carly harrumphed.

   Misty laughed. “Don’t worry,” she said, “I’ll cherish it like all the others.”

   “I’m glad.” Carly replied.

   “Thank you.” Misty said, her eyes tearing up but she was still smiling through it. She didn’t want her tears to seem sad, or even bittersweet, merely grateful. 

   “It’ll go straight to the pool room.” Carly smiled. 

   Misty shook her head as she laughed and she cried. They didn’t even have a pool room, Carly just meant the embarrassing shrine of their dating life so far that lived atop their shared dresser in their living room; they had additional closets for their own clothes, too, that dresser simply had another purpose. A more important purpose.

    It was cluttered with empty perfume bottles and glass plates of potpourri. A little bit of everything. A collection of polaroids and framed photographs, a scrapbook of miscellaneous receipts and tickets but it was both their favourite zone of the apartment.

   It was just pure, unadulterated and concentrated love. 

   When Misty struggled to get up, she always tried to make it as far as the collection atop the dresser. So that she could flick through the pages of their messy scrapbook or read the post-it notes with “I love you” and other trite sentiments written all over them in glitter gel pen ink.  It reminded her of Carly’s hard work: not just to love her but in general. It made her heart swell, sometimes with guilt and sometimes with appreciation.

   It was proof of Carly’s earnestness. She was aware, she wasn’t oblivious nor naive. She wasn’t stupid either but gods above, Misty was glad that Carly tried, at the very least, to share this optimism and lust for life with her and Carly was glad that Misty tried, too.

[anxso]

OMENSHIPPING OMENSHIPPING!! :D Misty/Carly one shot for rare pair week! Excerpt:

Carly rubbed the layers of lace and silk between her fingers. "Are you sure I'm allowed to wear this? Or is it like the time at the bridal suite when they found out I wasn't actually getting married and kicked me out?"

Misty smiled and rolled her eyes. "I would never do that to you. I like having you around!"

"I'm not sure why," Carly murmured. "We only met that one time at the party for Jack Atlas's movie."

Misty's perfect cupid's bow lips formed a pout. The look in her eyes was a faraway kind of somber, though. She shook her head, took Carly's face in her hands, and said, "It makes me so happy to see your future brighten each time we meet."

[jackatlas]

Series: Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D’s Ships:  Misty Lola/Carly Nagisa, Misty Lola/Carly Nagisa/Jack Atlas Characters: Carly Nagisa (Carly Carmine), Misty Lola (Misty Tredwell), Crow Hogan Tags: mentions Jack Atlas, polyamorous Carly Nagisa, focuses on Misty/Carly, background Jack/Carly, title from a TWICE song, first kiss, date night Summary: Very few things on this Earth could distract Carly from a good rom-com. But, the way Misty was staring at the screen, blinking those beautifully long lashes, raising her brow when the movie amused her…

this is a commissioned piece for @diabetic-best-bi! i really hope you all like it, i hope i've done these two sapphics justice. if you enjoy, please consider sending me a tip on kofi! you can also commission me! you can find the fic below:

The longer the phone rang, the more Carly’s stomach tied itself into knots, biting her bottom lip harder than intended. A spill-over from years of nerves swallowed with a shaky sigh. If Jack had been home, she might’ve felt less scared for the call to be answered, since she could have just thrown the phone at him to deal with.

The ringing sound, tinny from the sheer age of her device, eventually ceded, replaced with Misty’s familiar honeyed tone. “Carly?” Despite no view of her face, it was obvious that she was smirking. Somehow, that just made her more flustered, and Carly prayed that she didn’t notice it.

But when would she ever be so lucky? Of course it would get mentioned.  “Little flustered, are we?”

Misty definitely knew how to press her buttons, and the stuttered attempts at denial only made it worse. A moment of silence between laughs was granted for Carly to unscramble her brain. A deep breath helped decrease that racing heartbeat. “I wanted to know if you wanted to come by and hang out for a bit.” Her voice still wobbled, betraying the anxiety that she was desperate to hide. New relationships were scary, and Misty was definitely scarier than Jack was.

“Sure, I can. Now?” Not asking about if Jack was home confused her for a second, but then she remembered how his voice could carry down the phone. Aki used to complain about hearing him better than Yusei whenever she called him.

“Uh, y-yeah. Now.” There was a brief tone of confidence, relief washing over in waves as it slowly set in: Misty wanted to spend time with her. Now, she really should have known this. They were dating, after all. 

“Alright. I’ll leave now. See you in about an hour.” 

An hour. That would be plenty of time, right? Carly just had to get ready. Except, she never took that long. Seventeen minutes and thirty-eight seconds to be exact. Now, she was sitting on the couch, watching the clock. 

It was 4:53p.m. when they hung up. 

It was now 5:11p.m. 

How was she supposed to spend this time? A watched pot would never boil, but she was unable to tear her eyes away. The tick of the second hand rang through the room, reverberating off the walls until it pinged against her head. It was beginning to drive her insane, the incessant tocking that drowned the television out. 

Her eyes refocused themselves, but the minute hand had only moved an inch. 

It continued like this for a good while, watching the clock like she was scared it would disappear. She must have zoned out, because when she snapped back into reality, the clock said 6p.m. on the dot. 

Suddenly, the calmness she had finally felt was totally gone, and the tightness in her abdomen, combined with a distinct nausea, returned. Misty said it would be an hour, and it had been an hour and seven minutes. 

Maybe Misty had bailed on her. No, that would be ridiculous. She wouldn’t do something like that, surely?

No, surely it was just traffic. Despite being a model who definitely could afford limousines and chauffeurs to take her everywhere, she tended towards driving herself places. It kept the attention away from her, Carly assumed. The darkened windows definitely kept prying eyes out. Now, she was standing by the window, waiting for the black Mercedes. 

Staring at a busy road, heart pounding each time she saw a black car - she didn’t know what a Mercedes actually looked like, especially not from a few stories up! Her view of the parking lot entrance was obstructed by another wing of the apartment complex, so watching so intensely was realistically a stupid call, but she couldn’t sit still.

Her heart almost jumped from her throat at the sudden sound of the door knocking. She spun around, getting tangled into the curtains in a moment of panic before rushing to the door. The clock said 6:08p.m.; she glanced at it briefly on her way, almost tripping over.

Unlocking the door and swinging it open, there stood Misty, beautiful as anything in a dress. She had clearly done her make-up and fixed her hair. 

Carly now felt woefully underdressed in normal pants and a t-shirt, nothing on her face and her hair slightly frizzed. Her face was red from exertion, and her eyes were now watery. Of course, she was just getting herself ready. Why did she ever think Misty would bail on her?

“Carly?” She raised a perfectly sculpted brow, stepping over the threshold and wrapping an arm around the short girl.

Her nose was filled with expensive perfume, and she sighed heavily into it, leaning against her girlfriend with a whine of relief. “Yes?” She pulled back, looking up just in time to see her shake her head with a small smile.

“Nothing, nothing. Shall we go sit down?”

Now, Carly had to remember how to play the hostess role. It had been so long since she did this with Jack (which she failed miserably at, but she rightfully blamed that on how damn picky he was). 

She watched as Misty removed her shoes, placing her feet into slippers that she had brought with her. She seemed to be in awe of her forethought; she never thought of that before. 

“Wo-Would you like a drink or anything?” Carly stood awkwardly at the door, ushering her girlfriend in. “Get yourself comfortable!” There was a distinct squeak in her voice, one which she audibly winced at once it hit her eardrums. But, luckily, Misty didn’t need to be told twice, as she perched herself beautifully on the couch, one leg crossed over the other. 

A Renaissance painting in her own living room, a marble statue that she was terrified to touch, blue eyes watching the distinct shake as silence lingered in the room.

 “An Old Fashioned would be lovely.” The silence grew awkward as Carly blinked back at her. Her eyes may have been covered by those thick-rim glasses, but her confusion was obvious. It must have emanated from her; Misty was good at recognising auras. After a moment, she added, “Or, actually, a tea would be nice.”

There was an audible sigh of relief. Tea was doable. “I think we have uhh… normal tea, mint tea, maybe some camomile and honey?” 

“Mint. Thank you, dear.” 

She scurried into the kitchen, cheeks a strawberry red and heart beating in a staccato rhythm. At least tea was easy enough. She just wished she had a nice teapot to brew it in. A teabag in a silly Disney mug would have to do. 

As the water boiled, she considered making herself one too. Something nice to calm her nerves. Nope, actually, there was only enough for one cup, and she didn’t like tea that much, anyway. There was a Coke in the refrigerator anyway! She grabbed it too quickly, dropping it on the floor with a yelp. Thank God it didn’t burst, but Misty still quickly moved into the kitchen to see if she was okay, gliding across the floor in her long dress.

“Everything okay?” She watched as Misty scanned the room, seemingly relieved by the lack of boiling water spilled. She must have assumed Carly hurt herself (a fair concern, considering how clumsy she was).  

“Y-yeah. Just dropped a can.” She pouted, staring at the dented metal on the floor. It was the only one in the fridge. She bent her knees, intending to pick it up to hide at the back of the shelf so it could be someone else’s problem. But, in one graceful swoop, the can was off the floor and back in her hand, and her girlfriend was smirking at her. 

“Let me get you another.” Fingertips grazed her cheek as she passed, placing the drink back inside and scanning for another. “Hm, there aren’t any more in here…”

By now, Carly was pouring water into the mug, placing the teabag in with a satisfying plop. “Oh, it’s okay! I can drink one of the ones that aren’t in it. I don’t mind!” She spun around, leaving the mug on the countertop. She didn’t dare pick it up yet. “I’ll grab it!”

But again, it was too late. The drink was in Misty’s hand. “Need me to pick the cup up too?”  

Guests weren’t supposed to do the work, but the hot water was threatening to spill over the brim, and she was scared to scald herself on the walk in. “I… I can take the can off your hands, at least?”

She shrugged; it must have seemed fair to her, and the exchange of drinks took very little time. She expected a sharp inhale at the heat of the cup, but there was only silence. “It isn’t hurting you?” The words rushed from her lips before she realised how silly that sounded, and she tumbled over her words to try and fix it. “Sorry, that sounds so silly. It isn’t a talent to not be burned by a mug. I-I mean, you’re holding the handle, not the actual cup. And…”

There was a glimmer of amusement in Misty’s eyes as she turned away, but her expression barely changed. It stopped her dead in her tracks, watching the tall woman return to the living room. The mug was placed carefully onto a coaster, before she sat back down, flipping her hair behind her back. And still, Carly stood in the kitchen, the image of her hips swaying as she walked imprinted into her brain, burned into her retina so she could only see that when she closed her eyes. That model walk definitely did favours, and it made her little heart flutter.

But she couldn’t stand around forever, mouth slightly agape as she watched one leg cross over the other. Their eyes met again, and she immediately rushed into the room to sit rigid on the couch beside her, the can gripped tight in her hand. But when she realised the room was quiet, she had to put it down, aluminium placed direct against the wood. 

It still felt awkward. She didn’t know what she had invited her over for. She had to think of something to do, and quick. She didn’t want Misty to get bored of her and leave! “Do you want to watch something, maybe?” She reached for the remote, narrowly avoiding knocking her drink over for the second time today.

“Sure. Whatever you’d like to watch, dear.”

Those pet names were getting to her. At least she could focus on the screen, brightly illuminated in the dim room. The Sun had set in the time it took her to make tea. From the corner of her eye, she watched the teabag leave the cup, placed carefully on a tissue with the teaspoon. “We could watch uh…” She flicked through, pondering for a moment. “ Bride War s… No… 27 Dresses …. Oh! Legally Blonde ! It’s my favourite.” She watched Misty nod in her peripheral, lacking the argument that she had grown to expect when putting a rom-com on. 

Legally Blonde it was. She had to decrease the volume as it started, grumbling to herself about Jack’s tendency to keep the TV insanely high. “He’s going to blow the sound system one day.”

“He’ll just get Yusei to fix it.” She replied, eliciting a squeak from Carly (who clearly thought she was talking far quieter). And to be fair, Misty was correct.

She didn’t respond. Instead, she focused on opening her drink, taking a sip. Hm. Room temperature cola wasn’t exactly nice, but the alternative was an embarrassing explosion of foam. She couldn’t complain: it was her fault that there was only one in the fridge.  

Once it was placed down on the coaster that Misty must have retrieved for her while she was distracted, she leant back, taking a deep breath. It was almost impossible to focus on the screen when a model - her model girlfriend - was sitting beside her. It wasn’t like she was doing anything incredible. She was just sipping tea, wafts of  mint dispersing in the steam and filling the room. But she was beautiful, and soon, Carly was not paying any attention to her favourite movie.

Very few things on this Earth could distract her from a good rom-com. But, the way Misty was staring at the screen, blinking those beautifully long lashes, raising her brow when the movie amused her… 

Anxiety frayed at the edges, but the rush of excitement whenever their eyes met was worth the way her heart fluttered. She found herself paying far more attention to her than anything else, head tilted in her direction. Carly internally thanked the glasses for hiding the way that she was staring.

Halfway through the movie, Misty finally broke the silence between them, pink lips twisted upwards. “Are you bored, love?” She had clearly misinterpreted the distraction to mean something very different, when really, she was just admiring her.

“Huh?” She was caught red-handed (or rather, red-cheeked), startled from her daze with a squeal. “Oh, yeah,” Wait, that wasn’t the right answer. “I mean, no! No! I’m not bored.” That was true, to be fair. She wasn’t! She just was more interested in something other than the film. 

“Do you want to stop watching this?” 

She shook her head, gaze staying low and focused on her lap, detailing the pattern of her jeans. She must have been obvious with her diversion of attention, because suddenly she could not see. 

She lifted her head in confusion, and watched as the glasses were folded and placed onto the table.

Despite it all, Carly could see her with perfect clarity. The world blurred around them, melting away into a watercolour of patterns and hues. But, it just elevated the beauty. She watched her move closer, lashes fluttering as her face began to obscure again from the proximity.

They were so close that she could taste mint tea on her tongue, breath tickling her lips as the distance became smaller and smaller until—

“Jack! You ignored my text, you bastard!” Crow’s voice resounded through the apartment. Carly jumped away like a scolded child, eyes wide at the living room door as the ginger’s familiar frame came into view. 

“Jack isn’t here.” Misty replied bluntly. She couldn’t tell for sure, but it seemed like she was throwing daggers towards him; he had interrupted… something, after all. 

It was only now that Carly seemed to realise what they were about to do. They were going to kiss, and Crow got in their way; she didn’t know how it hadn’t clicked for her before now. 

She scrambled for her glasses so that she could see him properly, a distinct pout on her lips now that she knew what she was missing out on. “G-go away, please, Crow.” Her voice came out as a whisper, barely audible over the movie.

“Oh, sorry, interrupting a date, huh?” Once her eyes had focused, she realised that he was smirking, eyes narrowed. “Sorry, didn’t mean to get in the way of your fuckfest, guys!”

“Crow! We weren’t doing anything!” She squeaked, tears welling in her eyes from sheer embarrassment. She knew what would happen from this; he would tell everyone about it through fits of laughter. At least she could rely on her boyfriend to scold him, but all of their friends would definitely know about it before that. “Please stop…” 

“I’ll just wait here ‘til Jack gets back then, if you aren’t doing anything! Hope ya don’t mind!” He took a step towards the couch.

It seemed something snapped in Misty at that moment, and though she didn’t even raise her voice an octave, there was an ominous aura in the room. “Crow Hogan. Leave.” Was it even possible for her eyes to narrow further than the glare she had already been sending him? Before he could stand his ground and argue it out, she added, “Carly wants you to leave too, right Carly?” 

Oh, she hated being dragged into conflict! But there was nothing she could do. Both of their eyes were on her now. “Y-yeah, please.” Her voice shook, a give-away of how difficult this was for her. But those words were out in the open now. She had stood her ground… almost.

He didn’t seem to particularly care, but he did step back towards the door. Carly was jealous that it didn’t affect him; she felt nauseous whenever there were raised voices in her vicinity. “Alright, where’s Jack then?” 

“Y-Yusei and Aki’s place, I think.” 

That seemed to be a good enough answer to him. He gave her a thumbs up, mouthing some kind of apology towards her with a toothy grin. And with that, he left again.

“I really need to start locking the door more often…” Carly mumbled, staring at the door in disbelief. She expected him to barge back in with another exclamatory statement, but the handle never moved.

“You might want to, yes. Jack can get himself back in.” As always, Misty was right.

They fell back into silence. As her heart began to settle, the thought of kissing her began to crawl back into her mind, whispering in her ear until she was so flustered that she couldn’t consider anything else. Was it rude to ask? Carly didn’t want to scare her off, after all. 

She was clearly staring at Misty’s lips, biting her own. When she licked her lips, Carly mirrored her action. A sweet laugh filled the room.

“Thinking about something?” There were no secrets between them; she was an open book.

She didn’t need to answer. Misty simply closed the gap between them, pressing their lips together. It was brief, but she could taste cherries as they pulled away. It must have been her lip gloss; it left her in a daze, and she couldn’t control herself as she moved closer for a second kiss.

[mbg159]

What Your Favorite Yu-Gi-Oh! 5Ds Girl Says About You

[Main Girls Only][DM][GX]

Aki Izayoi/Akiza Izinski (likes the second half of the series): You are pretty chill, and almost definitely a Faithshipper. You’re very fond of doing all kinds of scenarios of their first meeting. You write at least one thing per day appreciating her development. You really, really like the rollerskates episode. Even if it could have been better, you still love Yusei giving her Stardust. You get really sad during the ending, but you know in your heart of hearts that they definitely kissed offscreen.

Aki Izayoi/Akiza Izinski (dislikes the second half of the series): You got the taste of a girl who was straight-up unhinged, and you've been chasing that high ever since. You find bondage jokes incredibly funny. You have at least one very strong opinion about Crow. Despite your feelings on the second half (most of which can be described as "seething"), you have a soft spot for Sherry. To this day, her battle theme still generates a Pavlovian response of swooning tears in you.

Ruka/Luna: Your soul aches every day for her wasted potential. You started reading the manga the moment you saw scans of how it did her. You were very surprised when Ancient Fairy Dragon got banned. You have edited characters to be wearing flower crowns at least once. You’re still not quite sure what to think about her brother, but you definitely wish Life Stream had showed up earlier. You spent eighty episodes waiting for a followup for the end of Ep. 67, and are still waiting.

Carly Nagisa/Carly Carmine: You are a Scoopshipper, with no questions asked. You were utterly horrified when you found out about the cult thing (even if your source may have been somewhat inaccurate). You refuse to rewatch the second half of the series, and have devoted lengthy fanfics to what really happened afterward. You aren’t sure if you like nerds or goths, and you’re glad you don’t have to choose. You have tried to do Fortune Fairy-based readings in real life.

Misty Lola/Misty Tredwell: You may be into Isolationshipping or you may be into Omenshipping, but regardless of where you fall, you are certain she loves women. You saw that bit where she cradles Carly’s face and went “god, that girl is lucky.” Your favorite part of the whole DS arc was when she has Ccaryhua swallow Divine whole. You are very, very angry she’s not in Duel Links yet. (Like, I wrote this in 2021 originally, and she's still not in it? What?)

Sherry LeBlanc: You actually don’t hate the second half, but it’s largely due to her. You have either watched Revolutionary Girl Utena, or have been told several times that you should watch it. You may not be a Roseknightshipper, but you definitely have an LGBT headcanon. You have mixed feelings about how her arc ended, and would have preferred if the entire season was just her running around kicking stuff.

Martha: You hate every single other parent in every other series because you have seen her episodes and beheld a standard none have yet lived up to. She takes no shit, she's a rain of sunlight in a land of misery, she sacrifices herself tragically. Why the fuck did she barely appear after Dark Signers? You just want to talk to the person who made that decision, you say while loading a shotgun.

Mikage Sagiri/Mina Simington: You may be a Careshipper whose favorite arc is Fortune Cup, or an Ushio/Mikage shipper whose favorite arc is Dark Signers. Either way, you just really, really like office ladies, okay? You either think she's cute, relate to her beleaguered nature, or both. Also, did you know there's no ship name for Ushio/Mikage? I didn't until recently, but you definitely do.

Stephanie: Man, you picked the biggest third wheel in the entire franchise and a woman who only appears in the second half to be your fave, huh? That takes a lot of guts. And to my immense surprise, despite her entire existence being "waitress" and "one-note obsession with Jack Atlas", you have decided your OTP with her is Carly. Rock on, Stephanie fans, you make the world brighter.

Misaki: You decided to go dumpster-diving in the video games and found a gem. You understand that the only thing that could have made Bruno's arc better is if he was also Rei Ayanami. The bit at the end where she finally smiles melted your heart like butter in the sunrise. You insist Watts are underrated. You sadly know deep down that there's a reason the only female Yliaster member is non-canon.

[yugiohlesbians]

do i really like carly this much? is the poll this serious? Yes. i won't allow such a prime cringewoman to lose to theatre kids

[lordofomens]

FOUNDED IN 4TH APRIL, 2024

Omens Phaenomenon Entertainment is a Romanian entertainment company headquartered in Bucharest, Romania, founded by an ambitious Romanian-Syrian storyteller, Samir Al-Bahra.

The company is known for the most creative of darker stories, as well as part of the darker story collection, Omen Tales. Each will have saga and story arcs, focus on the story chapters, such as fighting games, childhood animated series, horror films and superhero comics.

SAGAS AND STORY ARCS: TO BE ANNOUNCE

CONCEPT ART: TO BE ANNOUNCE

CHARITY STORE: TO BE ANNOUNCE

OMEN GAMING: COMING SOON

RHYTHM ARTS: COMING SOON

PHAENOMENON EDUCATION: COMING SOON

PHAENOMENON WATCHS: COMING SOON

OMENSHIP: COMING SOON

OMENS OF THE MULTIVERSES: COMING SOON

AND MORE

[rejectory]

What Hannibal is concerned about are the increasingly fantastical elements to Spirit’s worry. In context, brain or liver damage can lend one a Tolkienish flair of omenship.

Itself, it has substance. Someone has, indeed, been killing. Hannibal considers him a neighbor with limited taste. Sometimes they pass each other in their respective hunts.

He also considers it bad luck for an area strip to be this overcrowded. Serially speaking.

’ I care. But legally, first I have to ask if you’ve been taking your medication as prescribed. ‘

"When I was, like, a teenager, an older teenager, we—we knew there was someone killing all these girls, up and down the coast. I could hear them, and they needed me. And so we stopped him."

"And I feel like it's happening again. I feel like it's happening all the time. And I'm all alone, and nobody knows or cares but me. And I don't know what to do about it. It feels like—like my wellbeing is the last thing I should be concerned about."

[wisyhana]

I was thinking on a way to share my thoughts on 5ds without ranting too much about it, but also thinking on a way to use the prompts for other yugioh shows, so here's my attempt number 1:

1. Favorite character over all.

Carly Nagisa. Want me a girlfriend like her.

2. Favorite male character.

Jack Atlas and Bruno. I really wanted to see them interacting more, they're pretty funny.

3. Favorite female character.

CARLY NAGISA OF COURSE.

4. The character you dislike the most.

Crow, but his deck is pretty I guess.

5. A character that looked annoying at first but turned out to be likeable.

Jaeger lol! I like the monkey sounds he makes.

6. Which character looked promising but didn't make it through?

Izayoi Aki 😢 she was the shit and they should have appreciated her more.

7. In your opinion, does the protagonist hold the show?

Objectively he does, Yusei is decent as character himself but it's a little too much on how he has to handle EVERYTHING. But that's the curse of the shonen protagonist I guess.

8. Favorite ship.

Scoopshipping, Omenshipping and Toolshipping.

9. Duelist/deck you felt more interesting.

Aki's and Carly's. Aki's strategy were so fun and interesting to watch.

10. The duel you had more fun watching.

Jack vs Carly for sure, the Fortune Ladies ready to kick Jack's ass and Jack confession were brilliant.

11. Favorite monster card.

Silly boi Dark Resonator.

12. Favorite dragon card.

My ass to Red Nova Dragon.

13. 5ds only. Favorite D-Wheel design.

Wheel of Fortune baby.

14. Favorite arc.

Dark Signer FOR SURE.

15. Least favorite arc.

Grand Prix can kiss my ass.

16. Favorite scene.

sobs profusely

17. Favorite character arc.

I'll say Jack but only to the Dark Signer arc.

18. A character that definitely needed their own arc.

Despite being the protagonist you don't see a lot of development on Yusei. He has a deep burden and there is absolute zero work on that.

19. A character that didn't need an episode about themselves.

Did we really need to see the backstory of Jaeger, the team Taiyou and Ragnarok?

20. From 1 to 10, what score do you give to the show over all?

siiiighh a 6.

[blindchandelure]

5 Days Of Yu Gi Oh Femslash 4/5

Omenshipping + Murky & Unclear

[yugioh-rare-pair-poll]

Round 3: Poll 1

Propaganda under the cut

Pairing 1: Ushio/Mikage

Propaganda: They're so rare they don't even have a ship name

Pairing 2: Omenshipping (Carly Nagisa | Carly Carmine /Misty Lola | Misty Tredwell)

Propaganda: Dark Signer lesbians are best lesbians

Now, let’s keep things civil. This is a silly poll where we can share why we love our overlooked ships. There’s no need to be nasty to prove your point. Bashers will be consumed by the earthen gods.

[honeys-bnbdc]

Last batch of chibi doodles I did fer a server event!! Kisara was supposta be with koiba, but I'd already drew him like 5 times that week n didn't wanna do it again lmfao

[maiden777]

can't sleep... thoughts full of Omenshipping