#contrastshipping

Day 12:interestshipping

Day 13:contrastshipping

Day 14:disqualifyshipping

Contrastshipping!

Yami Malik X Malik Ishtar X Yugi Muto X Yami Yugi/Pharaoh Atem (depending on ones taste)

I haven't been able to find fancontent built around them, so I think it new, but I could be wrong, lol

InvisibleShadow/NightLightShipping/ContrastShipping

I don't think we decided on one particular ship name yet

[Begin Image ID: It is a bingo card that is 5 by 5. It is titled “Ship Bingo,” and is a light salmon color. There are 4 boxes crossed. One is in the middle, and it is a free space. The second is the third down on the first side on the left, and it says, “My feeling are so mixed, they’re like a smoothie.” The third is the one above the free space, and it reads, “Friends With Benefits Vibes.” The last one is the first one in the right row in the second column reading, “The Aesthetic is Impeccable.” End Image ID]

So, confession: I don’t know how to write these two interacting each other. Like, I love the idea of them being together, either platonically or romantically. But I can’t write it.

Their aesthetics are so cute together, though. Like, I am a sucker for opposites attract and this is exactly what I like. I may never write this, but I would definitely read it.

Also, maroon and black goes so well together, and now I got the idea of Shade wear like Paleman’s hoodie stuck in my head.

“Who is he?” sneered his husband’s newest plaything. 

  Gauche snorted and waved dismissively towards the silver-haired young man. Quietly, the man continued to dust the mantle of the fireplace, acting as if he hadn’t heard the woman’s query. 

  “No one important,” he grunted. “Let’s go to my bedroom.”

  “Oookayy~” giggled his mistress giddily.

  As their footsteps receded away alongside the woman’s chatter, Christopher set down his duster and sat down on the loveseat. He turned towards a photograph depicting their wedding, he in white and Gauche in black. Even then, his husband had had a penchant for ostentatious clothing. Fur trimmed his jacket and embroidery lined his pockets. In comparison, Christopher looked plain, with his simple silk tie and diamond pin. Despite that, it had been his family that had paid for Gauche’s suit. 

  He leaned back in his seat and pushed the photograph away from him.

  No one important? He was his husband for the Hellish Yard’s sake. 

  Letting out a frustrated sigh, Christopher buried his face in his hands. 

  It was fine. 

   It was fine. 

      It was fine. 

         As long as he was able to be by Gauche’s side, it would be fine. 

  Even if Gauche didn’t love him back. 

Zexal Week 

Day Two: Favorite Ship