#rageshipping

[xamaxenta]

Unplanned dawnshipping wip for @pridewhatpride because theyre amazing and kind and i cherish them, really I’m so blessed to know them

[mindfulofbrit]

So this couple is really great and it's really difficult to find art of them Yeah

[the-supremeking]

[eseli]

"I am not Jaden, nor am I a slacker." Some mentioned rageshipping, so I got inspired to do a quick doodle.

[tsureh]

The party had gone about as terribly as Haou had predicted. From his perch in the corner of the main room, leaning against the off-white walls back behind all of the blandly colored furniture, he had watched Jaden and his friends play games and watch movies for hours. Everyone in attendance was pretty sure that the scowl had never left his face, even on the repeated occasions that Jaden would turn toward him and try to pull him into one of their games.

"Come on," he would say each time, "you'll have more fun if you join in! I promise!"

To the guests at this New Year's party, their pair of hosts were as different as night and day. Where Jaden was beaming with energy, Haou was slow and calculating. Where Haou's glare could scare the toughest away, Jaden's smirk could get the weakest to laugh. To their guests, their similarities ended with their identical appearance, although Alexis swore that Haou's messy two-toned brown hair was shorter, Ty would comment that Haou's irises were a lighter color of brown, and Syrus was convinced that Haou had a tattoo that no one but Jaden knew about.

But despite these differences, the two could easily fool all of their friends into thinking they were the other, usually at Jaden's suggestion or Haou's pleading.

As Bastian took his turn at Pictionary, honestly quite glad that Haou remained aloof to the rest of them, all eyes were on him as he rapidly tried to draw out something on the whiteboard... all except one gray pair.

Chazz was measuring up Haou, nervously adjusting the sleeves on his dark turtleneck. Unlike the others, he never voiced the subtle visual queues he relied on to tell the two apart. At first it was out of disinterest, what with Jaden being his rival, but as he had (reluctantly) gotten to know the red-clad teen, he had also gotten to know his darker-clad twin.

... It was mostly a feeling he saw in Haou, an emotion that he had known for years, that he had guarded carefully in his own soul for so many years, that he never fully acknowledged until his whole world had been turned upside-down by his moron of a rival.

He saw Haou's possessiveness so clearly in every one of his movements, whether the emotion was relevant to the teen's actions or not. Even when Haou was acting as Jaden, that possessiveness shone through so strongly. And although he never mentioned it to the others, he never confused the two.

He hadn't noticed that he had been staring at Haou until the latter's eyes fixed on his, and in the moment it took him to "disinterestedly" look away, Chazz could have sworn that there was a small spark of amusement in Haou's eyes, even though it didn't show on his face. Chazz felt his stomach drop. He had to force himself not to look back, to see what kind of look had morphed on Haou's face.

Jaden looked back to the wall, almost as if silently called, and Chazz caught the twitch of a smirk on Jaden's lips as he turned back toward the game.

He wasn't going to like what happened next, was he?

-

Their group watched with anticipation as the television played up the significance of the ball drop, the fireworks, the drunkards dancing in the streets of another year. Chazz had been on-edge since the Pictionary game, but no one had commented on it yet. Sometime between the board games and settling down to watch the television specials, Haou had joined them, nestling himself quite comfortably into Jaden's side on the couch.

Chazz, having begrudgingly taken the last spot on the couch on Jaden's other side, tried to ignore the two. Had he been in better control of whatever this emotion was, he might have tried to divert the tension that only he felt by conversing with Alexis, who had taken a seat in a chair on his left. Or he might have called something at the television's idiocy, bringing the three boys on the floor (who were currently pushing each other aside in restlessness) into some sort of discussion about the bright lights and pop music.

But as the situation was, with Jaden and Haou whispering low enough so that he couldn't hear, he was uncomfortably silent.

"Five!" they chanted, everyone else's screams echoing the broadcast, even Haou.

"Four!" Chazz was distracted by the way Ty gripped Syrus' arm, thin eyebrows bunching slightly in a newfound confusion.

"Three!" Alexis was moving to stand out of her chair.

"Two!" he felt the cushion shift, and it took him a moment to direct his attention back to the couch's other occupants.

"One!" Chazz had suddenly come face-to-face with one of them, although in the abruptness of the action he jerked his head back, not really concerned with what Jaden was up to--

He blinked. There was that possessiveness again, brightly reflected, completely directed at Chazz.

That hesitation was more than enough.

"Happy New Year!" erupted throughout the room, accompanied by Jaden's raucous laughter, but Chazz couldn't hear it for the blood rushing so violently in his ears.

[xardogn]

I finished it all last night and all sections are on this page, so if you want to read it from the beginning

ill give you a warning because idk how bad it is but yeah its pretty darkish

go reeaaaaad i finally am done with it 

[xardogn]

30 Day Prompt-Future

Jim, Aster, Axel Brodie, and Syrus had found Jaden digging empty graves and filling them up, but not once did they question his motives. Syrus had told them what had happened during the fateful duel-and Jaden's eyes seemed back to normal at the very least.

They watched silently, Jim shaking his head at Aster until all but the last grave was filled.

"Big bro....are you okay?" Syrus asked hesitantly. Jaden turned, and tried to smile, though it didn't work. 

"Yeah I'm just finishing up burying these people. A few seconds and then we can go look for Jesse." He went back to burying empty graves.

Syrus let the silence go on a little longer before he couldn't stand it. "But Jaden, what are you even doing? And how did you get back to normal?" 

"There was one of Haou's...warriors. He beat some sense into me." Jaden didn't turn back around. "Don't worry, Haou is gone."

"It doesn't sound like it."

"Well that's because he's me!" Jaden shouted, causing Syrus to step back. He immediately looked apologetic. "I'm sorry. Just let me do this."

There was only one grave left. IT was smaller then the others, intended for only one person, and more care had been taken to it.

"Who's that one for?" Aster finally deigned to speak.

"That warrior. He died trying to help me and he deserves some sort of resting place." Jaden said.

"No one leaves bodies around here, Jaden." 

His hands tightened on the shovel. "I know that."

Slowly, the grave filled in, until all that was left was a mound and a tall branch sticking out on the top. Syrus was curious as to what was so special about this grave but his stomach turned cold when Jaden brought out the object he put over it. 

Jaden looked back at their faces, all filled with different levels of shock. "Like I said, he gave me future. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for him." 

He picked up his bag. "Come on, lets go set things straight."

"Are you sure we are done here?" Jim asked.

"Yeah." Jaden smiled sadly at the grave. "I am." 

The group started walking off into the distant land, leaving all that had happened behind. The only things that were left behind were the empty graves and a black trenchcoat flapping in the wind.

The end.

[xardogn]

30 Day Prompt-Simple

He'd probably spent at least a couple days out there, and he certainly wasn't counting. Haou had shed his armor and become Jaden Yuki again, though they were forever a part of each other. 

Jaden remembered the terrible things Haou-no, he-had done and decided to do something. It wasn't much, and certainly didn't make up for any of it, but there was nothing else that could be done.

Jaden started digging graves. First it was only with his hands, but that grew tired quickly and so he searched the castle and found a shovel. Even with the tool, it was still hard work-the purple earth was hard and crunchy and didn't like being moved.

He still worked. He worked until his hands were bleeding, until there were holes all over the place.

There were no actual bodies. 

Everyone in the dark world dissolved into stars when they died, so he didn't know the point of all of this but it made him feel like he was doing something. Slowly, he started covering up each hole, intended for all the people who had died during his reign. First were the guards, then the prisoners, and finally, the villagers who had died in his massacres. The mounds were filled and covered with a simple grave marker. A small stick was the only thing there to symbolize that there were people who had lived in this world.

Was it really fair that they didn't leave anything behind, or was it better that way?

There was a crunch on the ground and Jaden turned around. Chazz was right-his friends had found them.