#goblin of the field 🌾

[squidyyy23]

nosho @creepkinginc my ultimate goblin love! 💚 i found out through a little birdy yesterday that TODAY IS YOUR BIRTHDAY!!!! 🎉🎉🎉 happy birthday, you absolute treasure! you are seriously such a light in this space. no one hypes like a nosho hypes. you own my heart and soul a dozen times over.

a bit quick and dirty here, but i couldn’t let your day go by without a little somethin’ somethin’. so let’s throw it back to some DAD content. a little juice pov moment just for you. 💀

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Juice lets out a sigh of relief the moment Mickey walks into the room. The last time he saw him, back in January, the guy looked terrible. Exhausted. Overwhelmed. Hard to place exactly, but he’s known him long enough to know when something isn’t right. And something wasn’t right.

But today, he’s practically glowing. All the guys gather around a round metal table in the visiting area of the prison discussing sales and alliances and cash flow, but Mickey’s not even here. Gazing off into space somewhere with hearts in his eyes. He’s lucky the rest of the guys are oblivious idiots because if anyone actually took one look at him they’d know they’re looking at the face of a man who’s madly, deeply, hopelessly in love. 

Juice has to kick him under the table when the meeting starts wrapping up. When some of the guys start heading out, a few staying behind and splitting off into multiple side conversations. He and Mickey are nothing new. Every one of the dudes is full of secrets. Some just better kept than others.

Juice shoots Mickey a nod across the table, face serious, somber, like he’s got something important to discuss. Something much more serious than his need to pry into what has his best friend looking like he could shit rainbows.

He leads them to a more private corner. At least private as you get in a prison visitation room. But he ain’t worried about the guards. Everyone who needs to has been paid. 

“What you been smokin’ and where do I get some?” Juice asks, all seriousness dropped as soon as he’s got his back to the room. He punches Mickey in the arm across the table like a baby brother.

“Fuck you talkin’ about?” Mickey grumbles, all put-upon grumpiness.

“Uh-huh, okay. Ope mentioned you ducked out for a couple days. What’s that about?” 

Mickey scans the room. Clocks the guard against the far wall. Opie and Jax in the opposite corner scrolling through photos of Jax’s kids on Opie’s contraband phone that no one gives a shit about. Then finally answers, quietly, “Took a little trip with Ian.” 

Juice’s feet dance with excitement under the table. He knew there was gossip to be had. And yeah, Mickey’s his best friend, he’d be interested in his life regardless, but especially now, he’s low on entertainment. There’s only so much whining about who’s whose bitch or who’s gonna get fucked first when they get out that a man can take. Makes Juice want to scream. He knows he won’t. Knows he’ll keep playing along. Keep keeping his own secrets. But fuck he could use something different to obsess over.

“Knew that smile had something to do with—” Juice lowers his voice to a whisper “—him.”

They’ve known each other for years. Done all their adult growing up together. Gone through all sorts of shit together, club related and otherwise. But Juice has never seen him this happy. This light. 

The guy has always had his demons. Never talked about them. They’ve all got their own shit. But Mickey’s haunted him differently than most. Darker. Deeper. 

Until now. Until this Ian dude showed up. Juice doesn’t know this kid yet, but he’s already so, so grateful for what he’s doing for Mickey.

“Nothin’ like a good weekend of fucking to cheer a guy up,” Mickey says, rolling his eyes like Juice is an idiot. 

“That smile ain’t just fucking.” Mickey isn’t getting off that easy. “Somethin’ else happened.”

Mickey rolls those eyes yet again and sighs. “Nothing happened, we just…” He trails off, reaching into his pocket. Seems confused for half a second when he remembers all his shit’s stored outside the security gates. Then continues on all flustered, cheeks blushing a burning red, “We just had a good time. I—fuck—I…”

“Come on. Don’t hold out on me now. I gotta go sleep in a cell tonight. A cell, bro. Gimme something,” Juice pleads.

“I fucking love the guy, okay?” It comes out quick, a hushed, annoyed whisper shot directly at Juice and Juice alone. “Spent a weekend away from those asshats with someone I love.”

Juice physically slaps a hand over his mouth to contain his would-be embarrassing squeals.

“Hate you so fucking much.” 

Mickey’s boot kicks him hard under the table. Juice jumps. The metal bench clatters. A guard looks over, faux threatening hand on his holster. Like the fucker has the authority to do shit around here.

“Happy for ya, brother.” “Yeah, yeah.” Mickey brushes him off but there’s still no hiding that smile. That look. Juice hopes one day he’s able to wear that look around everyone, not just here. Some day. Some place.

“Anyway, I uh—” Mickey clears his throat, letting his voice rise louder as he pulls an envelope from his pocket “—brought you a letter from your girl. One out in Stockton.”

“Oh, cool. Thanks.” Juice knows he isn’t winning acting awards but whatever. “Yeah. Miss that bitch.” 

He pulls out the folder paper and takes a brief peek. It’s a sketch of an unknown yet familiar woman, naked from the waist up. The strokes are in Mandy’s familiar style, the edge of the page roughly torn. Years ago, she’d taken a figure drawing class. Mickey had snaked her sketchbook from the course and has been slipping Juice drawings of this same model every now and then any time he’s locked up.

Little bits of something to tape up to his wall beside his bunk. Something to point at when some dude starts looking at him like that and say “Nah man, sorry, but my girl would kill me”.

Just one of the small ways they’ve looked out for each other. And now Mickey’s got one more person looking out for him, too.

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[heymacy]

[takes you by the hand and runs through the sunflower fields with you, as goblins do 🌾🍀]

nosho. nosho my love. listen. here’s the plan. i fly to you. we take a train to Amsterdam. we go to the Van Gogh museum. we frolick through the sunflower labyrinth. we cry. we laugh. we hug 🌻🌻🌻🌻 the perfect day 💛💛💛

[squidyyy23]

excuse me, ma'am? have you perceived them today already?

no?

let me help with that-

that's all. thanks. proceed with your day. no clue about the right order, it serves its purpose.

proceed with your day? PROCEED WITH MY DAY?!?!?! after you throw this in my face? you really expect me to just keep going after this?

what do you want to bet mickey throws this back in ian's face on the regular? "pissing away your life, eh? this feel like pissing away your life?" while they're holding hands on the beach for their anniversary. or while they're harvesting the season's first tomatoes from the patio. or while they're obnoxiously cheering on their nieces and nephews from the stands. or while they're snuggling in bed on a lazy sunday morning. and ian's gotta commit. so always all "mhmm, yep, this is horrible, imagine everything else i could be doing with my life" but then he kisses his husband and tells him how much he loves him.

[squidyyy23]

hiii squid, my favourite fellow soa brainrot candidate, i hope you're having the best start to the week! if you wanna play-

list five things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box of the last ten people who reblogged something from you. Spread the positivity!! 🍏🌾

in case you wondered what's making ME happy, among other things-

😇💚🍏🌾

and also in my inbox from @gallawitchxx!

🥰 pals: the rejuvenating power of laughing with your people. this is where the real magic of the earth lies.

👁️ contacts: the magical things that make me see that i take for granted until i temporarily can't have them. we are a blind squid today, folks!

☀️ sunshine: soaking it up. drinking it in. basking in it. full lizard lifestyle. i live in the best place and will never leave.

🥞 kiddo time: one-on-one moments with my big kid before the end of summer. intriguing theological discussions over pancakes with a six year old.

🍅 my garden: it may not be much, but it's the most successful year i've ever had.

[squidyyy23]

considering recent events- sharing some positivity on the dash tonight.

dear santa,

my only wish for christmas this year is that everyone gets to have a nosho in their life. with a ray of sunshine like him in everyone's pocket, all the problems of the world would be solved. because how can anyone ever be angry or sad when he's spreading all that love and positivity around them?

sincerely, one very touched squid 🦑

[squidyyy23]

a squid! on my dash! can a goblin try for the word "book" for the wip game if he offers an apple or two? 🍏🍎

nosho, my love! yes, squid on the dash! she has been an elusive little creature lately, but she's still lurking in the depths somewhere, i promise! 🦑

for book! (we had lots to choose from here)

So, as is their way, Mickey turns to the books as a bridge to keep the conversation going in a silent and safely distanced sort of way. After mocking Ian’s food choices for all of seventeen seconds, Mickey takes to the shelves.

✍️ send me a word and a i'll share the paragraph that word is in from a wip. ✍️

[squidyyy23]

[rushes down the steps to your office, coffee mugs in hand]

[tears open the door]

[stomps in]

[places coffee in front of you]

[steals your spare office chair]

[flomps down]

it's sharing goblin thoughts with squid time, because i'm incapable of keeping things to myself.

-to everyone else reading, fair warning, second chapters spoilers ahead.-

anyWAY-

[sips coffee]

that display war, right? so. you made me think. how mickey is small. and has black hair. like a raven. so what you did was basically awaken some deeply buried memories about a specific german children's story. so you gotta suffer them now.

this-

-is the little raven socke. yes. like the sock he's wearing. he's small. he's a raven. he's also a little know it all and always up to mischief. i won't ever be able to get that association out of my head and i'll pretend he was part of ian's display until the day i die, thanksokaybye.

tumblr (derogatory)! why am i just seeing this now?!?! shame on you.

but zero shame on nosho because this is EXCELLENT! look at this little dude! and his little sock and his books! cozied up in his little pillow pile. 🥺 we will definitely pretend this was on the shelf. no, not pretend. it was there. totally there. I saw it.

i wonder if this mischievous raven lives in our library. my kids might need to make a new friend…

[squidyyy23]

the dash: having one of those days.

me, a goblin: dad!mandy being on a riverdale binge and gifting mickey a south side serpents jacket for christmas, just to fuck with him, hehe. (he'll wear it out of spite.)

like. c'mon. (that's all, thanksokaybye.)

so, uh, i opened this yesterday. and was all dash? one of those days? oh no, must go check. and then i forgot to come back. shame on me. 🙈

but anyways...the riverdale reference may be lost on me, but mandy getting mickey a shitty gag gift is very much not. 🥺😂 she hides his real cut and hangs this one up in it's place. won't reveal the location of the real one until this one has been worn at least long enough for a nice blackmail-ready photoshoot.

[squidyyy23]

hi, squid. i love you, squid 💚🌾

i literally searched for any other hug, blame tumblr for not giving me any.

hi, nosho. i love you, nosho. 💙🦑

but also hating you a teeny bit right now (or shall we direct the anger at tumblr's choice of hugs?) for making me weep over these boys. 😭 they still do this. everyday. big bear hugs cause they're buddies who love each other and have lived happily ever after. in fact, they've probably retired to goblin fairytale town. have a nice farm. grown some apples. (careful where you're *borrowing* from. don't let these two catch you picking from the wrong field.)

[squidyyy23]

SQUIDS, HI, I LOVE YOU 💚🍏🍏

NOSHO MY LOVE!!! I LOVE YOU!

let's go frolicking in the fields together, yeah? (i had a dream there was a baby horse in my backyard so this is the first thing that came to me. 😂) there are apples calling our names. pull me in through the portal? 🍏🍎

[squidyyy23]

squids. my dearest friend. your tags on this started my day just right. no worries, i'll grab an apple for you while I'm out, too 🍎🍏

nosho, my love. please be careful out there in the arctic tundra. if you don't make it back, know i appreciate the great risk and sacrifice you are taking for us and our apples and am forever grateful. i will be here, forever waiting, keeping the hot cocoa warm and the fire blazing for your heroic return. good luck and godspeed. 🍎🍏

[squidyyy23]

HELLO THERE, YOU ABSOLUTE DELIGHT AND FORCE OF NATURE (yes, the screaming was necessary), i am wishing you the BEST and HAPPIEST of birthdays, filled with magic and delights and with all your heart's desires coming true. it's a pleasure to know you and call you my friend. feel squished!

also, to celebrate properly, a goblin drink-

-it should be save for humans. all things considered. at least i picked the berries myself.

nosho my sweet!! feeling so delightful fully squished. 🥰 and will happily take the small goblin risk to sample hand picked nosho berries. the best kind of birthday treat i could ask for!

[squidyyy23]

no no no, but you don't get it. I LOVE YOU MORE. and yes, yes, i did just make this a competition. what you gonna do about it?

let the love fight begin. there will be casualties. anyone in the radius is in danger of catching the love bug. and it's a risk i'm willing to take.

[squidyyy23]

okay, peaky blinders au when, then?

(joking, sending all the love and hugs and preferred snacks and beverages your way 🌾💚)

i mean, it would be very on brand wouldn't it? from biker gangs to period english gambling rings? pretty sure i'd butcher the accents though. 😂 would be one angsty motherfucker though...

[squidyyy23]

"nosho is my favourite kind of menace" - excuse me while i go hide in a swamp river so nobody sees this goblin getting emotional.

but it’s true!!!

men•ace: (noun) a person or thing that is likely to cause harm; a threat or danger

a nosho-shaped goblin is very very VERY much a threat to cause emotional harm. a human heart can only take so much kindness and joy and talent and sheer awesomeness before it’s likely to explode! grave danger of being drowned in positivity indeed! i am in danger of being too in love!

someone please get me the number for the goblin emotional assault support group. 😘

[squidyyy23]

don't mind me just dropping by to spread some love on the dash this sunday.

thanksokaybye, proceed with your day🌾

don't mind me, relishing in the love a day late. but really, love on a monday mornning—a daylight savings riddled monday morning—is so much better anyways.

we absolutely need to get you this wheat/flower/green hearts crown. like 100% this is an honor you need bestowed upon you. you have earned it again and again, time after time, forever and ever for all of eternity.

love you so much it's stupid! i hope you have a week befitting such excellency!