#have we seen either of them bleed in canon? i can't remember but it's not like my mind can be changed now

[bellamyroselia]

So I came to this weird realization that based on my headcanons, it would make most sense for Pit and Dark Pit to bleed some copper-colored substance because it's metallic orange and you get metallic orange color if you mix metallic yellow (ichor) with red (blood).

Alternatively angels could just have copper-colored fluid running in their veins to symbolize how they're somewhere between gods and humans, because I like this idea way too much to not use it outside my headcanons

[princeescaluswords]

can I ask for 2 and 3 for Scott and Stiles respectively?

This delightful anonymous request refers to an ask game about the head canons I have for my favorite show. I wanted to mention this at the beginning of the post because both of my answers will address post-canon of the television show, but they will no doubt be completely contradicted by the movie that's being made as we speak.

I also wanted to talk about how these head canons arose. As much as I love the show, and as much as I understand that no show can portray all the moments in a relationship, the production made certain choices and I think those choices lead to certain ends. If the production wanted me to think that these conclusions weren't possible, they should have included different scenes.

What is/was your character’s relationship with their mother like?

I believe that Scott and Melissa's relationship withered after the end of the television series. Everyone in the audience loved Melissa's 'pep talks' except, in the end, they weren't really pep talks in the sense of emotional support without an agenda. They were either instructional lectures or exhortations to self-sacrifice. Those aren't bad things in themselves, don't get me wrong, but they were never coupled with any focus by Melissa on Scott's intrinsic self-worth.

Think about it. Every single speech from "Be Your Own Anchor" to "You Can Save People's Lives But You Can't Save Them From Life" to "I Wish I Could Be The Type of Mother" to the horrifically egregious "Don't Run, You Fight." Every single one of these scenes in which Melissa helps Scott, she also puts an expectations on him: control yourself, know your limitations, think clearly, sacrifice yourself for everyone else.

And there's nothing wrong with that. In fact, it's quite admirable for her to recognize her son's strengths and promote them, but when the show couples that with Melissa's own behavior, to me, it's a recipe for a strained relationship in the future. When Melissa expresses her own desires, when she stands up for what she thinks is right, it never seems to include doing things for Scott specifically. When she's complaining to Noshiko in the car in Time of Death (4x08), she says "Why are we doing this? Why are we asking them to fight these kinds of fights?" or when she's scolding the Sheriff in Ouroboros (5x08) she only says 'our kids.' It seems the writers made sure that Melissa never lets Scott's name come out of her mouth unless she's scolding him. After all, Melissa leaves Scott at home to go take care of Stiles in The Last Chimera (5x11) when Scott is bleeding from a hole the size of a softball in his chest. Melissa takes actions against Peter Hale in Heartless (6x07) not because of the multiple violations and mutilations he's done to her son but to force him to help his daughter and in retaliation for Peter making a pass at her. Melissa's desires are never specifically about protecting her son.

Again, there's nothing inherently wrong with Melissa putting other people first, but when you compare it with Sheriff Noah "Where The Hell is My Son" Stilinski or Natalie "We're Going to Get You the Best Medical Care" Martin or Noshiko "I Will Do Anything to Save My Daughter Even Give Her Up" Yukimura or Ken "False Confession to Murder" Yukimura or even Dr. "Go Home" Geyer, it's a very distinct and notable difference. And then there's Melissa's fully realized relationship with Chris "Ever Seen A Rabid Dog?" Argent and the fact that his Season 1 & 2 behavior is NEVER addressed between them. Melissa's just fine with that.

Look, there's only so many times that someone can watch their mother put everyone else first and listen to their mother tell them that they have to put everyone else first, too, before they might begin to think that maybe she values him less than everyone else, especially when he remembers the immediate aftermath of Fury (2x10) and the first words she says to him are "I don't know what you are."

Actions have consequences, even when those actions are heroic. Scott will always respect his mother, but I think he will eventually stop looking to her for emotional support and eventually even love. It's a sad head canon, but I have to work with what I saw on the screen.

What is/was your character’s relationship with their father like?

On the other hand, I think that the relationship between Stiles and Noah will end as well, but it won't wither. The relationship between these two will eventually suffer a catastrophic breakdown that will estrange them, perhaps forever.

Both of them hold dangerously toxic ideas about devotion that cannot possible survive Stiles's transition into full adulthood. Stiles, for his part, is never disabused of the notion that love equals possession. Even from Virginia or wherever he ends up settling, he will still try to control his father's life and equate his father's refusal to be controlled as rejection until the point when he suddenly can't take it anymore. He will demand his father's submission, demand acknowledgement that Stiles love for his father means that any action he takes is for Noah's own good, and he will issue an ultimatum.

Noah, in a desperation not to be Elias, will tolerate and compensate and cover for his son until he just can't anymore, and he will lack any means to approach it differently. When Stiles makes this final demand, Noah will react emotionally (as we see him do repeatedly in the show) and the whole situation will explode. Only this time, they're not living in the same house and probably not even living in the same state. After the explosive fight, they will both try to ignore the problem until it goes away, and days will become weeks and weeks will become months and then months will become years, and suddenly Noah and Stiles will be a father and son that see each other once a year at Christmas.

These are my head canons, of course, but I believe in them because while these are normal problems parents and children have, these particular conflicts will be exacerbated by persistent and continuing trauma associated with the supernatural, which none of them can escape.

I'm sure they'll be refuted by the movie, because Jeff clings to the very Hollywood idea that love alone is enough to keep people together in the light of terrible things happening, no matter how that love is poorly expressed. And I know that the parent-child relationships was one of the big draws of the show, but the stresses growing up puts on these relationships weren't just neglected by the show, but capitalized by it. Yet, all the cathartic moments we got won't fix things without the hard work that comes after.

[katedrakeohd]

My Own Favorite Dialogue and Why

Drake and Liam may be best friends in TRR canon, but for me the dysfunctional bromance that I've created between Maxwell and Drake is my favorite friendship. For this one from The Lake I loved the angsty/comedy so much I couldn't just select a small part, so I had to post all of it.

From The Lake

Out in the middle of the lake the air is still, the water smooth like glass. It's been an hour since the men cast their fishing lines, and for Maxwell an uneasiness was setting in.

"Are you sure there are fish in this lake?"

Drake looks up from the magazine he's reading, his last bite of sandwich in his hand. "Of course I'm sure. I oversaw the stocking of trout myself."

Maxwell looks down at the half empty can of low alcohol beer in his hand, resenting the lack of buzz he was feeling because of it. "I thought we would have gotten a nibble by now."

Drake shrugs, popping the last piece of his bread crust into his mouth. "You just have to be patient, Max. Sometimes they bite, sometimes they don't."

Maxwell shades his eyes with his hand and gazes off toward the Manor in the distance, it was so tiny and the shoreline seemed so far away. He tried not to imagine how deep and cold the water was beneath them, but it still gnawed at him anyway. He squeezed the backpack between his feet, its contents giving him a slight sense of reassurance.

Drake glanced down at Maxwell's backpack sitting in the belly of the boat. Since leaving the shore he's seen him take out a tube of sunscreen, a granola bar, his mobile phone to take pictures, and repack his sweater when he got too warm. Each time he set it back down there was a strange heavy thump against the wood, and so far it didn't seem to belong to any of the things he'd seen.

Drake shifted his ass on the boat seat, trying to combat the numbness he was feeling. The boat rocked slightly, causing ripples in the water, and for Maxwell to snap at him.

"Hey, man. Don't rock the boat."

Drake rolls his eyes, "Jeez, Max. Paranoid much?"

Max rolls his shoulders, trying to loosen up but he can't, "Seriously, you don't find it creepy? The whole time we've been out on the lake I haven't heard or seen a bird, you'd think there would be some ducks or geese or something."

Drake takes a deep breath and looks around, squints up at the sky, and then looks over to the mountains and trees in the distance. He listens for anything other than the sound of the water lapping at the side of the boat.

 "I suppose it is a little odd. Just yesterday there were lots of geese and ducks paddling along or flying and honking over the lake."

Maxwell lifts and bobs his fishing rod and line in the water. Looking down into the depths he's struck by how it goes from clear to pitch black so quickly. He scoffs and makes a joke, feeling uneasy as the words leave his mouth, "Maybe Gaga ate all the fish, and scared the birds away."

Drake chuckles, "Say, what now? Who or what is Gaga?"

Maxwell's eyes go wide and he looks at Drake with disbelief, "You mean you haven't heard the legend of Gargantua? The monster of Lake Valtoria?"

Drake shakes his head and opens the cooler to get another beer, "You can't be serious, Max. Not every big lake has a monster living in it."

"Trust me, Drake. My house sigil is a giant squid remember? I know my monster legends. How many years have you been stocking the lake, and have you ever caught any of the fish afterwards?"

"As a matter of fact, I caught a fish standing on the dock yesterday. So I know there are fish in the lake." Drake insists as he opens his beer and takes a long swallow, wiping his mouth on his sleeve.

"Ok, well what about the lack of birds?"

Drake sets his beer down with a sigh, scrubbing his forehead with his hands and then raking them back through his hair, "So, now you think some monster is yanking ducks down into the water from underneath?"

Maxwell shrugs, "You never know. Maybe Gaga has a taste for water fowl and fish?"

"Now you're just sounding crazy, Max."

Maxwell shifts forward in his seat, causing his pack to fall forward and make another thump, Drake looks at it again and frowns. Maxwell points an indignant, angry finger at Drake. "Don't you dare call me crazy!"

"You're the one talking about lake monsters, when there's probably some logical reason to explain everything." 

Maxwell picks up his backpack again and hugs it in his lap, his hand finds the weighty item from the outside and shifts it carefully. Drake looks at him suspiciously, "Max?"

"What?" he asks, nervously.

"What's in your backpack?"

Maxwell shrugs, "You know, just the usual 'day out on the lake' sorta stuff."

Drake's eyes narrow, "Why don't I believe you?"

Maxwell hugs the backpack a little tighter to himself, he tries to avoid looking at Drake. Off in the near distance, behind Drake, there's an odd rippling splash on the surface of the lake. Maxwell gasps, trying to swallow the sudden fear constricting his throat.

"Why won't you believe me when I say there's something creepy about this lake?" Maxwell croaks out, pointing over Drake's shoulder.

Drake sighs, turning in his seat to see what Maxwell's pointing at. "I don't see anything."

"There..there was a ripple and a splash on the water. Like..like something big moved it."

When Drake turns back around Maxwell has his hand buried in the backpack, fishing for something. "Max, what are you doing?"

Maxwell's eyes are wide and he's scanning the surface of the lake for more movement. "Ssshh, Gaga will hear you."

Drake frowns with concern and then sits up straighter in the boat to look around again.

"It was probably just a big fish, Max," he says quietly. "Maybe we're finally going to catch something."

A breeze ripples the surface of the lake, and the boat tugs at its anchor line. Maxwell jumps when their fishing rods shift as well. He jerks his hand out of his bag and pulls out an antique pistol.

Drake braces his foot against the end of his fishing rod and puts his hands up and waves them back and forth frantically. He looks at Maxwell and can't believe what he's seeing, "What the Fuck?! You brought a gun on a fishing trip?! Put..that...away."

Maxwell breathes rapidly as he searches the water, swinging the antique firearm from his home's armory back and forth. "It..it was Bertrand's idea. Remember his bachelor party all those years ago, when we met up with that bear, he insisted I take it with me." 

He imitates his brother's voice as he quotes him, "No Beaumont will ever go out adventuring in the wilderness again without protection."

Drake ducks as Maxwell swings the gun back in his direction, "Seriously, Max! You know how I feel about guns. I've already been shot twice, and I'll be damned if I'll let you shoot me by accident while we're fishing."

Maxwell's hand shakes as he continues to look around nervously. Drake reaches forward with fear grinding at his stomach, he pleads with him quietly.."Max....just hand over the gun, okay? We'll pull up the anchor and just go back to shore. We don't have to fish anymore."

Nodding, Maxwell loosens his grip on the weapon as Drake wraps his hand around the barrel. Something splashes the water nearby, making Maxwell jump, causing them both to let go and drop the gun. It hits the bottom of the boat and fires. Drake screams out in pain as the bullet tears through the side of his rubber boot and lodges in the wood of the boat beside him. Water starts to trickle in, and warm blood starts to run down into his boot.

Drake yanks his boot off and pulls his foot up onto the seat and clamps his hands around his bleeding calf. "What the fuck?!" he screams, glaring at Maxwell angrily. 

Maxwell picks up the gun from the bottom of the boat and throws it overboard. "I..I'm so sorry Drake!"

Drake leans to the side, his hand shaking as he gets his pocket knife out of his back pocket. Maxwell panics and chops at Drake's wrist with his hand, causing him to drop it when Drake pries the blade free. 

"What are you doing?!" Drake barks at him with surprise and reaches for his knife again, it's now wet from the lake water pooling in the bottom of the boat.

Maxwell folds his hands over his chest, feeling embarrassment flooding his face with heat, "Oh..oh my God, I thought you were going to stab me with it, or something."

Drake grumbles as he cuts open the bottom of his bloody pant leg below the knee with the blade, "There's still time. Now either get with hauling up that fucking anchor, or calling for help before we sink goddamnit!"

Maxwell trips over the drink cooler, and soggy picnic basket as he stands up, trying to pull the anchor rope up out of the water. It won't budge, and his efforts are now causing him to rock the boat side to side dangerously. 

Drake curses to himself as he cuts a strip of denim and wraps it around his bleeding leg tightly. "Careful now, Max."

Both fishing rods teeter into the water and disappear. Drake keeps a close eye on the oars, praying they don't go next. Maxwell tries again to pull the anchor up by the rope but the nylon burns at his hands and he hisses in pain and then lets go. He stumbles back to where he was sitting and flops down heavily, wiping his sore palms on his thighs.

"I...I ca..can't. What the ..heck..did you..anchor...us to?"

Drake rinses his bloody hands in the lake, and then dries them on the sleeves of his denim shirt. "Ok then, I'll try the anchor and you try calling or texting for help."

 He cuts strips from his denim sleeves and then wraps his hands for padding. Wincing in pain he swings his leg over to straddle his seat and then reaches for the anchor rope.

Maxwell holds up his phone trying to find bars of service, "You've gotta be kidding me! Oh, wait there's a blip. I'll try sending a text to see if I can get through. Who should I try?"

Drake grunts as the rope finally starts to come up out of the water, but it was a lot heavier than it should be. Sweat bloomed on his brow and stung at his eyes, he swiped his face against his shoulder, "Preston... is standing by..in case of emergencies."

"What's his number?"

Drake rhymes off his number and grits his teeth, pulling the wet rope inch by inch into the boat. The burn in his calf muscle is intense and he wonders what ancient dirty projectile that antique pistol was loaded with. He could see Maxwell frowning down at his phone. 

"Well, did you get through?"

He shrugs, "I sent it, but don't know if it went anywhere."

Drake looks down into the water, wondering what his anchor could be tangled around to make it so heavy. He pauses to catch his breath, and feels the rope vibrate in his hands and then go still. It's almost as if something rubbed up against it and then moved on. His heart starts hammering in his chest and cold fear creeps into his gut. His throat goes dry as he takes a deep breath and drops the rope back into the water. He didn't want to see what was down there anymore. Maxwell was still trying to send panicked texts to anyone who could receive them.

"Fuck it," Drake mutters and uses his knife to cut the anchor free. 

The nylon rope floats on the surface of the water for a few seconds and then disappears into the darkness as if it were yanked. Drake jumps back with surprise and then watches, holding his breath, not wanting to believe what he was seeing. Several feet down at the deepest point that was reached by sunlight, where the clearest water went dark, an even darker shape slowly sank beneath the boat and then disappeared.

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I've written many first time moments for Drake and (MC) Kate in various timelines and stories. But it wasn't until I started writing "What Happens in Paris.." from Kate's point of view that I found my favorite passionately charged moment between them. Feeding off the emotional evening with Drake that included Liam's second bachelor party and the never have I ever scenes, I found a way to push Drake over the edge and succumb to the mutual attraction between them.

From What Happens in Paris..

"Uh, Darling?  What do you think you're doing? You know we can't..." he says, although the look in his eyes betrays the way he really feels.

"We can't what, Drake?" I say, stepping away from the door and pressing my body up against his. He's still holding onto my hands, and now our faces are so close I can feel his breath on my cheek. 

"Darling…" he warns, as I flex my hands out of his grasp and undo the next button of his shirt. It's such a tease how he's already left the top button undone for me. My thumbs push the material aside and I slide my hands in. He takes a sharp breath in when I touch him, and I feel his chest rise and fall along with the rapid beating of his heart.

I pop another button out of its hole, and lean in to kiss his throat as my hands continue to explore his chest, tugging his shirt out of the waist of his pants. He hasn't stopped me yet, and I look up at the darkness in his eyes and the pained expression on his face. 

"Kiss me, Drake." I plead. "I know you want to."

Cupping my head in his hands, he tilts my chin up and leans in. I close my eyes. But instead of feeling his lips on mine he plants kisses along my jawline and I hear his voice rasp in my ear, hitching with desire, "And if I want to.. do more than kiss you?"

I gasp, bunching the fabric of his shirt in my fists as his nose traces the shell of my ear, and his stubble bristles against my cheek. "Ye -..."

But my reply is swallowed up by his mouth as it captures mine, and he presses me up against the door.

His kisses are hungry and I struggle for breath as he grabs my wrists again and pins them up above my head. His knee parts my thighs and I can feel how hard he is underneath his jeans.

When he finally releases my mouth, and presses his forehead against mine we're both panting. "Tell me.. to stop," he groans between breaths.

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Drake is my favorite Choices character and thus he's the one I abuse and make suffer the most. 🤣 This next dialogue is from Cordonia 1885 between Drake and a hotel employee when they share a "holy/what the f*ck" moment that confounds them both.

Because of the grisly, graphic nature of this vampire fic I will just post a link and you can read it if you want. Cordonia 1885 - Chapter One

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There are so many other favorite scenes/dialogue that this post could go on forever..LOL

Thanks @dcbbw for the tag, it's been so much fun to revisit some of my older stuff and experience it again. I look forward to next week's Monday Funday prompt.