“Mother Void” 2024, Emil Melmoth

some vibes presented without elaboration

fail loser guy

Kabuto's such a weird guy because he sorta befriends naruto, gives him advice and willingly helps him but afterwards he immediately drops out the exams so he can do some sketchy villain shit. He then tried to kill sasuke at some point until orochimaru was like oh hes my new body and he just goes ok boss. Oh and he also fought kakashi and got away and kakashi acknowledges how powerful he is and never thinks to bring it up to anyone else. He then betrays naruto without him even knowing up until they go out to find tsunade which is MONTHS after the chunin exams. He proceeds to beat the shit out of him whilst acting as orochimarus arms because he lost them and he was probably also wiping his ass at this point. He then leaves with orochimaru and plays nurse for a good few years until orochimaru was done shedding his skin or whatever he does as a weird snake immortal human tri hybrid and then when he does appears in shippunden hes feigning as a spy attempting to kill sasori of all people a member of the most dangerous organisation in naruto what the fuck was he thinking.

He's loyal but freakishly off putting to any outsiders because hes out here sacrificing anyone for orochimaru and speaking as if hes the centre of your world because he expects naruto uzumaki of all people just to know hes orochimarus left hand man slash special guy

Dean, hands gripping Sam’s waist, smiling up at his baby brother who’s gotten so much taller since leaving, finally hitting proper height, thumbs pressed into the divots of his hips, rubbing little circles into flesh. Sam, staring down at Dean with flushed cheeks and gentle eyes, taking in Dean’s freckles and the cut on his lip, how much he’s changed, pressing their chests together to feel his steady heartbeat while his own hands settle just above his ass, barely keeping decent.

And Jess, watching from the doorway in something between horror and shock as Sam opens his mouth and professes — “babe, this is my brother, Dean.”

In my mind, Dean always reminisces based on Sam's age. So, instead of saying "when I was 15", he would say "when Sammy/my brother was 11" and Sam doesn't notice. John doesn't notice. Meanwhile, all of Dean's dates notice because it is very very bizarre but they don't know how to point it out.

Eventually, Crowley picks up on it (after that summer camp with Dean) and he brings it up and you can see both brothers staring at him in confusion because:

Sam is convinced that can't possibly be the case and he tries to trace back some instances when Dean has referred based on his own age and comes up blank and then freaks out (and feels bad, because he's Sam)

Dean is fully aware he does this and he thinks it's the most normal thing in the world and doesn't understand why Crowley is pointing it out or why Sam is suddenly freaking out.

Crowley is so done with them both.

[I have an argument for believing this is the case. Dean is pretty much Sam's parent. Parents obviously talk about events based on their children's age (except when they are talking about events before the child was born). So on this essay....]

Sam: I’m big and tough, you don’t scare me- go fuck yourself.. torture me all you wan-

Dean: Sammy?

Sam: dean, yes.. that’s the mean lady right there.

not normie enough to fit in but not fringe enough to lean into being a freak, worst of both worlds, pure liminality, just the weird coworker, and unrelatable classmate. and your mutual

Favorite mcdrai gifs?

*cracks knuckles*

absolutely!

10. that time connor wore leon’s hoodie for an interview when they’d barely been lineys for five minutes at the end of his rookie season (x)

9. that time they flew to Leon’s hometown for a game and Connor almost wiped out LEAVING THE ICE like a baby gazelle who doesn’t understand legs or something idk and Leon immediately puts his hand on Connor’s back to steady him and make sure he doesn’t embarrass the whole team or injure himself because Connor cannot be trusted with his own body or something (x)

8. that time when they’d just lost a playoff game and Connor got his captain on and tells Leon “let’s go!” like a rallying cry for the next game. you’ve got Leon looking thoughtful and hot with his full playoff beard, Connor knowing what to say to get Leon in the right frame of mind for the next game, Connor not letting him dwell on losing a game, it’s a nice insight into how they work when they’re not winning (x)

7. that time i wanted to do a fucking murder @ sportsnet because they cut away just as Connor was laughing at Leon so much that he was falling into him WHAT THE HELL SPORTSNET (x)

6. that time Leon held onto Connor and didn’t let go after he scored. like, you’re down 4-1 in the 3rd my dudes, there’s no reason to be cuddling this hard after a pity goal. anyway, i love it because Connor looks like he’s just taking a moment to breathe with Leon, like they’re so in sync at this moment? and Leon’s just holding on, letting him breathe (x)

5. that time Connor hit 100 points for the first time and won all the awards and Leon was so happy for him (and himself because he got a nice bonus out of it too). just to clarify, they’d already hugged. this is a follow up hug and klef is just skating behind them, all amused at their snuggles (x)

4. remember when Leon went to All Star for the first time and Connor was SO HAPPY to have someone with him and they were inseparable and then Connor ASKED LEON WHO HE THOUGHT WOULD WIN some competition, I forget what. Anyway, look at how Connor’s all oh you think I’m gonna win? while he BLUSHES FURIOUSLY like shut up Connor, you’re great and we all know it and more importantly, Leon knows it and validates your weird Canadian modesty and then, THEN Leon says ALWAYS and I would like to sob into a pillow, thanks. (x)

3. that time i fell in love with them. i mean, that time Connor fell in love with Leon. I mean, that time we all realised Leon had a sense of humor. I mean, that time it became obvious that these two were super close. i mean, that time they figured out they were hockey soulmates or whatever and no one’s looked back since. does anyone else bring out this side of Connor so beautifully consistently because whatever Leon does, I’m into it (x)

2. that time they were really happy they were finally going to play playoff hockey. or maybe they’re just super stoked to score in OT together because this was 2017 when it was a novelty instead of a foregone conclusion. either way, Leon’s screaming happiness at Connor  and Connor gets to show emotion because he’s on the ice. looking at them, it’s pure joy (x)

1. that time Connor’s injury was way worse than anyone knew and Leon stopped to check in on him and CRADLED HIS HEAD SO SOFTLY AND GENTLY AND I DIED BECAUSE OH MY FREAKING GOD Leon doesn’t do this shit (at least not with cameras around) and yet?? it’s a rare off ice moment that means more than all the goals and celebrations and being totally awesome hockey players (x)

that one line from bobby's hunting guide or whatever, about how john picked up dean one night on the side of the road after dean had gone out looking for him... in my gut I know john was a "get out of the car; you're hoofin' it from here" kind of parent. a "quit that right now or you're walking home; hope you can find you way" kind of parent.

so I need sam waiting on tenterhooks in the motel room of the week, up way past midnight waiting for john and dean to get back from a hunt. for him to breathe deeply for the first time in what feels like days when he hears the rumble of the loudest car in the universe rolling into the lot, and for john to give the special knock at the door and sam's so relieved to let them in, equilibrium resettling, all three of them together under one roof.

only dean's not with john.

he's not out under the weak light of the parking lot sodium lamps. he's not crouched over the back seat of the impala, rifling through the footwell. he's not unpacking gear from the trunk or coming back from the bank of vending machines with condensation-wet cans of squirt jammed in his pockets or leaning bloody and spent against dad's shoulder.

he's not. fucking anywhere.

I need sam losing his absolute shit, zero to feral in six-point-three seconds flat. screaming and scrabbling at john, "where is he where is he where the fuck is he?!" I need sam just sobbing with his whole chest because it finally happened, this is his nightmare, his literal worst fear realized because dean's dead out there somewhere and knowing dad, he's probably already salted dean down and soaked him in gasoline and lit him up, a tragedy with no loose ends.

I need sam just wailing, can't catch his breath crying, the ugly snotty gagging kind of crying as john finally just manhandles him back into the room and tries to tell him, "jesus, sammy. he's fine. thought it'd be a good idea to run that smartass mouth of his on the way back, so he's taking a little time to himself and walking the last stretch here."

I need sam who looks at john with more disgust and visceral loathing than a twelve year old should be able to manage. who grabs his coat off the bed and his knife from under the pillow and is out the door into the night before john can get a hand on him. I need sam sprinting down the busted concrete drive to the main road and taking off along the sloping gravel shoulder in the oh-dark-thirty blue-blackness, still crying but trying to get his breath back so he can holler for dean.

(I need dean trudging along in the pre-dawn dark, pulling up short when he hears the slip-slide of running feet on gravel headed towards him and his name screamed into the dark. dean who takes off at a dead run because sammy sammy sammy sammy shit-fuck sammy what's the matter)

(I need sam who launches himself bodily at dean when he finally gets close enough. who lets his heart pound rabbit-quick against dean's chest through their jackets. who's probably too big to be picked up and held like this, really, but who can't won't let go once he's got dean wrapped up in his arms. who slides around to dean's back and pulls dean's collar aside so he can put his ear to dean's pulsepoint as he's piggybacked the rest of the way back.)

anyways... john pretends to be asleep when they make it back to the motel. they know he's awake, he knows they know he's awake, but no way is he gonna look at sam's face again without at least five hours of sleep under his belt.

(nobody says a word about it when they pack up and check out in the morning. nobody says a word about it, ever.)