If you're here because you saw me gushing about my fictional husband, then welcome! Be warned though, me rambling about him is a very reoccurring theme on this blog
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My main (and only romantic) F/O is Gh.iaccio from "Jo.Jo's Bi.zarre Adventure: Ve.nto Au.reo" and I'm very uncomfortable sharing him. If we do, I ask that you please block this blog
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One more thing; if we're mutuals, then feel free to add me on Discord at Shipyard#0650. I'd love to hear more from you guys!
I've been kept busy from both college and moving to a new city and finding work! It's been a lot of stress, but hey I'm doing my best with what I've got
And, well... let's just say I'm not self-shipping with Gh.ia at this time. He's always going to be my beloved ice boy, mi cuore.... but my heart has been going elsewhere.
And let's just say that I may have a type.
So for that, and for other personal reasons, I'm deciding to abandon this blog in favor of a new self-shipping blog. If you want to follow me at that new account, feel free to reach out and I'll give you the handle. I'm even going to be taking drawing commissions!
I also have a self-shipping server you can pop into; if you want to be a part of it just reach out and I'll invite you.
Otherwise, thank y'all for all your support and your F/Os love y'all so much.
"Cause I love the way you call me 'baby', and you take me the way I am"
Hey guys!
I know I sort of disappeared for a while; I wish I could say things have been going totally well these last few months, but they honestly haven't been... Gh.ia's definitely made those things easier to deal with, though sometimes it can all be too much.
All that aside I do miss posting on here and I wanted to get back on that (I've been spending a lot of time on Discord actually, that's the best place to contact me right now), I took the time and finished this piece! I'm pretty proud of this one, I've always wanted to try and draw us dancing and...
Oh, to be in his arms right now... My sweet husband 💕
"As long as you love me so, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!"
Happy Holidays from the Marcellis to all of you guys! We hope you're spending the holidays with lots of love and with the people you love (fictional or otherwise)!
Last Christmas was the first Christmas we spent together, and that was the year I first told Gh.ia about the tradition involving mistletoe, which led to me coming home one evening to find he had decorated our entire home in mistletoe, and he did it again this year (you can see them in the artwork hanging over our heads) and...
Aaaaaa Gh.ia always makes my heart simply melt into a puddle... He and his love keep me warm all year round🥺💕
I answered for 6 here already, but I'll put it under the cut for brevity!
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1. Do you or your f/o snore? How do y’all handle it?
I can't say I snore in my sleep, but Gh.ia definitely does! Maybe it's because I grew up with people who snore, but I don't mind it at all. In fact, I think his snore is cute and it's pretty comforting in a way.
Although, should I ever need to, I could always wedge my head between the mattress and the pillow! Either that or a pillow and his chest... comfy 🥴💕
4. Who’s the morning person and who’s the night owl?
Gh.ia and I are both night owls, though he is more of a morning person than I am! Sometimes, especially when he has to leave early for a meeting, he'll have breakfast set up for me on the bedside table for when I wake up. Then, one of two things can happen:
a. If it's a work day, Gh.ia gives me a soft kiss on the forehead and tells me he loves me before hesitantly leaving for work
b. If it's a free day, Gh.ia eats his breakfast with me in bed before we put the dishes away and we plop right into bed for more cuddles
He's so sweet to me... aaa i love him so much 💕
6. Do either of you have trouble falling asleep? How does the other help?
Funny enough, we both have sleeping issues, so we both help each other as best as we can!
Gh.ia sleeps a lot better with something on top of him that he can hold in his sleep, so whenever he's having trouble falling asleep, I'll lay down on top of him and either read to him or sing to him!
When I'm having trouble sleeping, Gh.ia will make us some tea and rub my back as he talks to me about whatever. Sometimes, if its that bad, we'll take a long, warm shower and he'll dry me off and carry me to bed after I've fallen asleep laying against the shower wall.
6. Do either of you have trouble falling asleep? How does the other help?
Funny enough, we both have sleeping issues, so we both help each other as best as we can!
Gh.ia sleeps a lot better with something on top of him that he can hold in his sleep, so whenever he's having trouble falling asleep, I'll lay down on top of him and either read to him or sing to him!
When I'm having trouble sleeping, Gh.ia will make us some tea and rub my back as he talks to me about whatever. Sometimes, if its that bad, we'll take a long, warm shower and he'll dry me off and carry me to bed after I've fallen asleep laying against the shower wall.
7. Do you ever get to sleep in? Or is it always early mornings?
Sometimes we do! Gh.ia and I love those kind of days; it means more cuddle time for us both. On top of that, it's hard to get him to let go of me on a regular day, but he will cling even harder if he knows its a sleep-in day, and if that sleep-in day falls on a rainy day? We can just forget about getting up gdksg /lh
10. If one of you is sick, does the other sleep somewhere else, or just risk getting sick?
Whenever I get sick, Gh.ia makes sure he's by my side the whole time and that includes the sleeping arrangements. I get worried about him, but he always tells me "If I get sick too, it'll be worth it."
Meanwhile, when Gh.ia gets sick, he gets very paranoid about me catching his cold too, but it doesn't stop me from cuddling him and sleeping with him. He definitely doesn't stop me either; even though he worries, he does sleep better with me there.
I do have a story from when we first started living together and he got sick.
[story under cut]
We were dating at the time and Gh.ia came down with a really bad cold. He didn't want me to get sick, so we decided to put me on the couch until he got better, but then the first (and only) night we tried that came around. I hadn't gone to sleep yet, I was still very awake on the couch.
That's when I heard something fumbling around in the darkness, quietly calling my name...
I looked up and the minute my eyes adjusted, I could see Gh.ia squinting around and making his way towards me. He looked upset too. When I asked him what was wrong, he started sniffling about how he couldn't sleep at all and that he needed me there with him. So, I took him by the hand and we went back to our bedroom.
As soon as I was laying down on top of him, he wrapped his arms snugly around me and promptly fell asleep. He looked so content in his sleep with me in his arms, I swear he was even smiling...
God, how lucky I am that I get to see that smile everyday 🥺💕
Guys you gotta remember that your f/o loves you no matter what. It doesn't matter who you are, or what you look like, they love you. They don't care if you are skinny or chubby, cis, trans, or nonbinary. They love you no matter that form you take, because they know each form, is beautiful
The end of autumn had stricken Sofea with freezing temperatures, considered cold even by the locals' standards. Soldagand had insisted upon Carly finishing her studying in his tree so that he could ensure her warmth. He was busy in town for most of the day, but explained to her that he would feel better knowing she was safe and comfortable by his hearth. She'd agreed without argument — her home at the sanctum never seemed to keep out the harsh wind as well as she'd liked.
Soldagand returned to his tree just as the sun had finished crossing below the horizon. It was hardly evening, but the days had become incredibly short. Soundlessly entering his tree, he spotted Carly seated on the couch in the den. She was so focused on the textbook in her hands that she hadn't noticed his arrival. It was high time, he decided, that his sunflower took a break. Ducking into the neighboring room, he moved to the record player and carefully placed the needle on the edge of the last vinyl he'd played. Soldagand slid back into the den as the record player sprung to life and lively music flooded the room. Startled, Carly looked up from her book. Her expression quickly turned to one of delight as soon as she saw that he’d returned. He rhythmically sauntered toward Carly’s seat on the couch. Soldagand took her hand in his and shot her a mischievous grin. She rolled her eyes with a smile and allowed him to pull her into the center of the room, leaving her studies behind. His other hand found its home at her lower back, pulling her close to his chest. Soldagand rocked his hips to the music, guiding her along with him. He quirked an eyebrow at her, making her blush and avert her eyes.
”C'mon, darlin'! You've been workin' too hard." She felt him adjust his grip on her. Without warning, he spun her into a dip. He pressed a sloppy kiss against her cheek, chuckling to himself.
“Soldagaaaaaaand,” whined Carly.
“What?” he teased, pulling her back upright. He let out a hearty laugh as she pressed her forehead into his chest. "Two years we've been together, and you're still getting tripped up by a lil kiss!"
"It's your fault for being so handsome!" she countered, her voice muffled by his muscular chest.
He chuckled. "Is it, now?"
"Mmhm," she confirmed, finally looking him in the eyes again.
He smirked. “I know just what you need. Stay put, darlin'." He released her and quickly dipped out of the den. She heard the music pause, then some rustling around, until the air was filled with a slow, romantic tune. Soldagand reappeared, his chest puffed out proudly. He looked incredibly pleased with himself as he crossed the room and settled both of his hands on her waist. “C’mon. Slow dance with me.” She averted her eyes with an embarrassed grin as she draped her arms around his neck. He knew her too well.
"I'm glad you're home," she said quietly, allowing him to gently move her to the music. "And thank you for letting me stay here."
"Of course." Soldagand pulled her closer. "I'm happy to have ya." He started covering her face in slow, gentle kisses.
"Soldagand, you're an absolute Don Juan," she huffed, shying under the surge of affection. The kisses, the music, and the warmth of his body made it hard to think.
He laughed. "Not to toot my own horn, but I think I’m a prime candidate for you to be cuttin’ your teeth on, girl. I’m old enough that I’ve learned to be patient. None of these boys in town could treat ya like I do. No, baby, you need a man with experience! They think romance is dead and gone, but I know a thing or two. Like this: ain’t nothin’ better than holdin’ a sweet lil thing in your arms, ‘specially when she’s lookin’ at you the way you’re lookin’ at me.”
She rolled her eyes with a smile. “And how am I looking at you, soldier?”
He chuckled and leaned close. “Like you just can’t wait for me to kiss you nice an' proper.” His lips met hers, gentle but firm. She giggled against him, holding him tight. When he pulled away, he sighed and gazed at her adoringly. "I can't wait to marry you," he murmured.
Her dopey smile faltered. "What?"
His eyes widened. "Huh?" Had he said that out loud? The look on her face suggested he had.
"I– You–" she stuttered helplessly. "What?"
"Let me, uh, turn the music off. Then we'll talk, alright? Just stay put, I'll be right back, sweetheart." His speech was quick and anxious, stumbling over his words. He released her and sped to the neighboring room to stop the record player.
He returned to find her exactly where he left her, frozen to the spot. "Sol?" she squeaked nervously, her hands clasped tightly against her chest.
"Sit down with me, baby, c'mon." He took her arm and led her to the couch, desperate to keep her from fainting again. He took her hands in his once they were seated beside each other, rubbing them gently with his thumbs. "Darlin'. I mean-- I mean, Carly." He let out a sigh. "You know I love you. And you know it's been on my mind for a while now. Marriage, I mean. Aniketos made that clear enough. But you and I have never talked about it, not really, so I wasn't ready to ask you. But that's what I want. And it's okay if you're not ready, or if you won't ever be. Really, that's alright. But I'd marry you in a heartbeat if you'd have me. I wanna be yours."
Her mind was clearly racing. "Could-- Could we even do that? I mean, your Queen…"
He sighed. "I already asked her. And your Head Mage, for good measure. Ani's given me his blessing, too."
Carly's face started turning red. "What?"
"I wanted to make sure I had all my bases covered," he explained. "Didn't wanna make a promise to you that I couldn't keep. There's no doing anything like that without the Queen's approval, obviously. It took a lot of convincing, but I finally swayed her. As for the Head Mage, well, he's taken such good care of you that it felt wrong not to run it by him. He didn't have a problem with it, of course. Thinks I'm good for you. And Ani, well… You know how important you are to him. It felt right to get his permission, darlin'."
"And… and he approves? Aniketos does?" she asked timidly.
"Of course, sweetheart. He's the first person I asked. I promised him a long time ago that I'd never get between the two of you, and here I am, just…" He sighed. "Well, I might as well do this proper. Is that alright? It's not like you don't know where this is goin'. Hold on. I'll be right back." He stood from the couch, squeezing her hands briefly before turning to leave, and disappeared into his bedroom. Carly's heart was racing.
Soldagand returned in less than a minute, a small box in one hand. He dropped to one knee in front of where she was seated. Taking a deep breath, he opened the box to reveal a ring. "Carly Yvonne Maclin," he said, his voice steady and soft.
Her heart skipped a beat. It was really happening. "Soldagand?"
NOTE: This post does have cw tags, but just in case, a little warning beforehand that the contents of this gush include the mentions of food, family, and crying!
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I have a headcanon that Gh.ia's comfort food is apples slices with sugar because his mom would make that for him a lot
I'm not sure where this headcanon came from honestly, but it's so sweet to think about. Especially when I'm having a bad day and I decide to make that for myself while pretending he prepared them
I can imagine that so vividly in my head, like I'd have a moment where I'm crying in bed or on the couch and there he'd be with a triumphant look on his face and a bowl of sugared apple slices in his hand
God he's so sweet to me... 🥺💕
I want to do the same for him too! I want to make his day so much better by preparing that for him just the way he likes them. I want to hold him in my arms, peppering his cheeks in kisses and rubbing his back while he eats them.
Ohhh no, but what if he just started crying? Like, he's so overwhelmed with joy that he puts down his bowl, holds me in his arms, and let's his tears flow...
I know it's a happy kind of cry, but the thought of him crying makes me want to as well
Just... Him being so happy that he cries, like how he's been the one person to make me cry tears of joy... His soft "I love you's" as I hold him and his tears are streaming down his face... How I'd want to do nothing but kiss him and gently massage his scalp and tell him how much I love him and how much I love being with him and...!!
God he deserves the whole world... I want to give him every good thing the world can offer 😭💕
