#omenshipping

[koolkat9]

Yuri? In my Yugioh? More likely than you think.

[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 😤

[ygo-colors]

Misty Lola/Misty Tredwell and Carly Nagisa/Carly Carmine - 5Ds (requested by anonymous)

[anxso]

DROWN

Misty's vacation home by the coast had more windows than walls. Clustered in a copse, it struck the perfect balance between privacy and oceanic atmosphere. The full moon cast silver pools onto the king size bed, much of its space empty since Carly held Misty in a tight spoon. They both had a view of the trees swaying in the ocean breeze. She'd left the sliding glass door open to hear the waves crashing against the cliffs.

"I love being so close to the sea," Carly whispered. "The salt in the air, and how clean it smells! The Satellite and Neo Domino docks are..."

Plagued by the stench of rotten fish, Misty knew. She had no knowledge of Satellite prior to her death. She'd explored every inch of the island while awaiting her shot at vengeance. The smells haunted her even now.

"Terrible," Misty said.

"Yeah! Yeah." Carly followed up with her signature awkward chuckle. "I've seen the cliffs, but is there a proper beach around here? I'd, um, love to spend a beach day with you."

A sigh whistled through Misty's nostrils. A memory assaulted her, so she did everything she could to ground herself in the present: Count the risings of Carly's chest pressing into her back. Revel in the warmth radiating from her precious partner. Run her hand over Carly's silky thigh, stopping to appreciate the smooth trenches of her stretch marks.

Misty said, "Have I ever told you how I died?"

"Ah... n-no. I know you were distraught over Tobi."

Misty's swallow was difficult, and her eyes burned. "I-"

The screech of the wheels. Ocean waves clashing beneath the beam of the headlights. Splash. Bubbles escaping the uncountable minute cracks in the car, air, her precious air; the rising pressure and the unstoppable sinking. Down, down, darker, darker. Her breaths came swiftly and she felt the blackout encroaching. She beat against the glass but she was weak, so weak, and she thought about how at least she'd have a chance to see Tobi again.

YOU HAVE UNFINISHED BUSINESS, MISTY LOLA. CARE TO MAKE A DEAL?

Awaking to the blinding hospital lights had her wondering if she'd reached heaven. No, no, she'd never deserve that. The new, bleak purple tattoo on her forearm further dissuaded the assumption. "A miraculous recovery," the doctors had said. She'd been officially dead for nearly an hour.

No one else would know how she'd remained so.

Misty still found herself covering her forearm out of habit, deeply embarrassed by the dark mark once gleaming there. Perhaps it was why she found herself lying in Carly's arms time and time again--someone who understood the impossibilities they'd suffered.

They'd inflicted.

"Hey, hey, I'm so sorry," Carly cooed. She used her thumb to wipe away tears running down Misty's cheeks. She hadn't realized she'd shed them. "No beach, okay? No beach."

And Carly was simple. Caring. Genuine. Misty rolled over and nuzzled into Carly's neck.

"Love you."

She could feel that big, goofy smile stretch Carly's lips. "Hehe, love you, too!"

Sleep found her, and though the nightmares persisted, she found forever comfort in waking to Carly's drool-dried face.

[merryfortune]

new lease on life

Written for Femslash February 2025

Day 21. Shadow

Series: Clover and Violets

Title: new lease on life

Ship: Omenshipping | Carly/Misty

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D’s

Word Count: 1,028 

Rating: T

Warning: Choose Not to Warn

Tags: Past/Referenced Suicide, Canonical Character Death, Bittersweet, Hopeful Ending

   After everything that happened, after the lives she had ruined… Misty was not certain on how to best approaching returning to life. For good this time. Not in the way of the sick and twisted resurrection of the Dark Signers but as a normal, ordinary person.

   So, she took some time off.

   Again.

   But this time, she didn’t drive herself over the edge in grief. Instead, she spent it far more wisely, sitting around and reading self help books, making dinner from scratch for herself and Toby. It was hard but she hoped that it would be worth it now that she knew what the other side was like and that place was oh so terrible.

   It was dark. And lonely. She was cold, freezing, even, chilled to the bone which all but withered as she was a walking corpse. She was hungry all the time, not in her stomach, she could want for nothing as food and drink, but in her heart. Tempers were short. Everything except destruction was meaningless but the meaning was wanton apocalypse so everyone would be just as miserable as them.

   Going in between such sensations, it was difficult for Misty to adjust. The day could be long and warm and she would find a reason to wear stockings and a cardigan. But eventually, Misty did adjust. 

   It didn’t go back to being the same as it was, in her more innocent and more vulnerable years but it was better than where it had been when she had been consumed by the insanity which was the curse of the Dark Signer. The new normal that she now had with herself and her brother was fragile but it was all she had and Misty knew she would go to any length to adjust, to make amends.

   Hence why she felt such a way unto Carly.

   Oh, goodness, Carly, she had ruined Carly’s life. Her hands had caressed her face, her eyes had foreseen her future, and all of her had condemned Carly to death.

   From what Misty had heard, Carly didn’t remember much. For the better, it made Misty a smidgen bit jealous but she considered the weight of her memories a penance to move forward but so as to not make it a ball and chain, she had to recall her sins wisely. They had to be her reason to keep living, her reason be kinder, not only to others but herself.

   Yet despite such resolve and the feelings in her heart, Misty found herself unable to make the next step. To find herself in front of Carly, hold her tight, cry into her neck and shoulders, inhale her smell of a cheap car air freshener, and apologise.

   Carly had been her closest companion through the trial of the Dark Signers. They had not been compatible as they had been in life, demure and pleasant, instead they had brought out the worst in each other but even then, Misty had felt something striking unto Carly. Just as she had that fateful night at the gala.

   Misty had been so taken with Carly, how she was everything that she wasn’t.

   From her powder blue dress with spaghetti straps that were falling down, her geeky bifocal glasses, and her energy. It had been vibrant in all the wrong ways for something so high society but utterly refreshing for Misty. She had been around people who were too fake and too stuck up for so long, she could finally laugh a genuine laugh around Carly.

   She wanted to get to know her better, for the better.

   But now look at them… They were very different people in life, on different trajectories. So the best Misty could offer Carly was that distance. Maybe that connection was fleeting for a reason, maybe her feelings of a crush were based on nothing. She didn’t want to re-enter Carly’s life and make things worse for her even though Misty had only the best intentions. 

   Misty would completely understand if there was some lingering resentment or loathing in Carly’s heart unto her, even if she didn’t understand it herself. All because Misty had those feelings towards herself. She hated who she was when she was blindly, madly consumed by grief and rage. That was not who she was and so, she loathed those actions in hindsight.

   Though, foresight - if it could be called as such - plagued Misty just as much. She just wasn’t sure if it was as much foresight as it was doubt and anxiety.

   What if her touch were to reawaken the recollection of death in Carly? What if Carly was purposefuly avoiding her and it was not just Misty’s indecision and inaction which had yet to bring them back together again. What if they bored each other and had nothing to tether them together except for tragedy? What if, what if, what if…?

   Those questions haunted Misty. She could spiral over and over again, round and round Misty could go if she obsessed over them too often, too in depth. So, Misty left well enough alone even if her heart yearned for more that she knew she could not, or perhaps should not, have. 

   Or, well, not quite.

   Well enough alone still had its connection, it seemed. Misty didn’t meddle overtly but she wished the best for Carly, for her dream of photography and journalism. Misty was a model. It wasn’t quite a match made in heaven but from the shadows, Misty put in a good word here and there. On cigarette breaks or when she held hair back over the toilet’s bowl, she would mention a good word for a good photographer who was down on her luck and needed some small time gigs here and there.

   She hoped that would help, that it would be enough. Aside from hovering at this fringe where she not quite manipulated things, Misty wanted to cheer Carly on and wanted her to make the best of her new lease on life and resurrection.

   That, truly, would be more than enough for Misty to know that wherever Carly was, she was happy under these blue skies and smiling in the sunshine.

[heartsaidnoibat]

5 Days Of YGO Femslash ‘24: 1/5

Omenshipping + Portrait

[yugioh-rare-pair-poll]

Round 1: Poll 3

Which rare pair is more underrated?

Blueroseshipping

Omenshipping

Voting ended onAug 6, 2024

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.