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[stickparrot]

One thing about Gale's design I found out (I dont know if it was intentional or not) is that his both hairstyles look like mayflowers. If you dont know Mayflower writes on Gale's casual outfit's back. It could be a reference to a real life ship Mayflower but I also wonder if its his surname or not anyways just a cool thing I realised

[mogglewrites]

Care

Fandom: Sea of Remnants

Pairing: Haig × Gale (Medising)

Tags: Smut, Intercrural sex/thighjob

Summary: Gale has been driving Haig up the wall with his antics lately. They have a little "talk".

(Also posted to AO3)

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How many people could have the frontman of the famous pirate band, Ranbo at their feet? The lead singer who's all bravado and explosive energy, now kneeling on the floor. His face paint is smudged to the degree of messiness not on brand to his usual look. His arms have been tied to his back with thick ropes. His signature jacket is thankfully undamaged, but the white pants have been tarnished and stained by dirt, sand, and multiple footprints.

"Come onnn. I said I was sorry!" Gale whines, struggling against his bonds. Unfortunately, he's only met with indifference. Haig has never been expressive, especially through his face. It's his words that do all the cutting.

"Yet you still haven't learned your lesson." Haig leans back in his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing with exasperation comparable to that of the owner of an unruly pet, which wouldn't be entirely inaccurate with how Gale behaves sometimes. They all have their hands full trying to keep their leader safe from the trouble he ropes them into when he lunges head first into anything that drew his interest. It's exactly why they're even having this little "meeting" now.

"They were asking for it!" Gale pouts. "Idiots running their mouths. They're lucky I only gave them matching black eyes!"

"And that is worth you hurting your hands?" Haig's hand drops to grip the chair's armrest. "Need I remind you how you play your instrument? We have weapons for a reason, Gale. We can't just be out brawling with nothing but fists and then start postponing shows because we got hurt."

"I can still play—"

"You got hurt!" Haig snaps, cutting off any more arguments. His foot stomps down on the hard wood floor. He surges forward in his seat in a fit of emotion and snatches Gale's face with one hand, his thumb and forefinger digging uncomfortably into his cheeks to the point he can feel the teeth inside. He forces Gale to meet his eyes.

"I'm the one who has to patch you up. I'm the one who has to take care of you and your incessant needs," Haig says, his gaze dark and searching for something from within Gale's widened eyes. "So excuse me for wanting some recompense for all the work you put me through, captain." He says the title as if he's spitting venom. Haig flicks his hand to discard Gale to the side, but he might as well have slapped the man with how Gale suddenly feels like he's got the wind knocked out of him.

Gale stays silent for a beat. It's rare for Haig to be so impassioned for anything except the health and safety of the crew, so it isn't hard to guess where the aggression he's showing now stems from.

It's unbelievably attractive.

Gale takes a shaky breath in, turning to face Haig.

"Then, let me make it up to you."

"I don't want money," he says, his tone clipped, still carrying an upset edge.

"Of course. We got a pretty big payout from our last show, right? 'Course you don't need money." Gale smiles, a small and disarming one that would look more appropriate to be given to a friend while they're hanging out on a beach, rather than in the cramped medical bay—well, room—of a ship with one of them on the floor. He has a plan brewing. He just needs to pull it off. Gale trudges on his knees, coming closer until he's between the doctor's long legs.

"So how about a little stress relief instead?" He rests his cheek on his inner thigh, looking up with a gaze that is down right lecherous. The implication cannot be mistaken. He's rewarded with a flush that starts high on the tip of Haig's ears, though his face is unchanged.

He has to push for it. Now.

"As fast and as hard as you want." Gale licks his lips, opening his mouth slightly and deliberately going slow so Haig can see how his tongue drags over his fangs. A little hint of danger he knows Haig isn't opposed to. "I won't bite either, unless you want me to." He nuzzles into the chaps-covered leg, pressing a kiss to one of the buttons keeping the yellow fabric together. So close to his prize. Gale's eyes flit down to the crotch directly in front of him for a split second then back to his face again.

Haig moves to hold Gale by his chin, brushing a thumb over the painted lips, picking up the red on its way. The glare that was boring a hole into Gale's skull is replaced by pin point focus as the singer slips his tongue out again to catch the finger, drawing it into his mouth and sucking shamelessly, hollowing his cheeks. Gale lets his eyes flutter shut.

And is promptly choked by Haig unexpectedly shoving his thumb all the way in, pressing down on the root of his tongue and triggering the gag reflex.

Gale rips himself away in record time, coughing. "The hell, man?!" He whips his head up to look at Haig, but the doctor grabs him roughly by his hair, forcing Gale to stand as he gets up from his seat.

"You think just your mouth is enough for the mess you made?" Haig turns them around, kicking his chair out of the way. Gale gulps when he feels his leg hit the small desk that was behind it. Haig towers over him, blocking him in.

"I'll decide what I'm owed myself."

Haig smashes their lips together. Their teeth clacked, but Gale quickly gives ground, opening his mouth for Haig to sweep his tongue in and tangle it with Gale's. The mood that was unceremoniously ruined before is quickly reignited to an even higher degree. Gale is elated by the development and he gasps as Haig pulls, tipping his head backwards and exposing his neck. The blush on his face is already spreading down to his chest. Haig tugs the ribbon tied around Gale's neck loose and laves over a spot above the ridge of his collarbone where it's usually covered. Gale whimpers and arches into Haig when teeth press down on his skin. In terms of sharpness, his own three fangs are the clear winner, but Haig has some luxury "augmentations" done to his own as well. Those two gold canines on his bottom jaw are totally cheating! Are they hot? Yeah, but it's still cheating! The bite isn't enough to pierce skin, but the bruise sucked on to his skin is much too dark to not be obvious even with a quick glance.

Gale can't help it but let out a moan when Haig gropes him, pressing down on the outline of his crotch. Haig makes quick work of undoing their belts and pants, letting them drop to their ankles. Gale bucks into Haig in search of friction, his smaller cock pressing up and leaving a trail of pre on to him. Haig's breathing stuttered, not entirely unaffected by the sensation.

"Brat," Haig mutters and turns Gale around. He reaches for a bottle of something Gale can't see, but the faint herbal scent emanating from it gives him a fair guess that it must be massage oil; more particularly, the very same one that Haig smells of whenever he had Cook helped knead out the knots in his back. Haig nudges Gale's legs apart as he pours the oil on his palm, then proceeds to slather it on the singer's inner thighs.

"Not bratty enough for you to fuck me apparently," Gale grumbles. He jumps in surprise when Haig cups his balls, but keens low in his throat when the doctor rolls them gently on his palm and moves on to stroking his shaft briefly, covering him with oil as well.

To be honest, Gale is a little relieved. Even when Haig is angry, he still cares for him this much.

"I've got better ways to ruin you," Haig says, leaning in to nip at his ear, "but we don't have the time right now.

—Or the guy is so stubborn to the point he denies himself the good things in life. Yeah, that tracks.

Still hot as fuck though.

Gale's reply fizzles out in his throat as Haig puts his cock between his lubed up thighs. Gale dutifully closes them. Haig is long enough that his glans still peak through at the front. He's pressing up against the underside of Gale, and the singer can't help himself but to start grinding a bit, shifting his weight and pushing himself back.

Haig holds Gale by his waist to keep him still. Their difference in height means Gale is forced to stand on tiptoes. He pulls back then snaps his hips forward, jostling and drawing a yelp from Gale. Haig doesn't bother going slow, just driving himself in and out, chasing his own pleasure. Every thrust makes their members slide against each other, slick with oil which has only grown more fragrant as it gets rubbed into the skin.

Gale is trying his best to stay upright, but the pleasure is making his knees weaker by the second. Since he can't brace himself on the desk with his hands, Gale has to clench his core muscles to not let his body fold forward and bump his head against the wall. The strain leads to him squeezing his legs even tighter. Haig grunts and stops his movement.

"You trying to pull my dick off or something?" His voice and breath are labored. Haig adjusts his grip on the singer.

Suddenly, Gale finds himself turned around and no longer touching the floor at all.

Haig has lifted him up and hugged him, one hand on his shoulder blade and one to grip his ass. The front of their bodies are pressed up flushed together with Gale's poor, weeping cock sandwiched in between. Considering the fact that Haig plays his heavy instrument without even using a strap to help hold it up, he has more than enough strength to have Gale exactly where he wants him, and he gets back into rhythm right away.

"Haig, Haig, Haig Haig—" Gale babbles the doctor's name along with the other sweet nothings that are falling out of his lips involuntarily. The new arrangement lets him get more friction, but he can't move at all. Gale licks and gnaws at the pale chest in front of him, making a mess as his lipstick smears. Haig's mouth is right by his ear, letting Gale hear every small noises of pleasure he lets out as well as every huff of breath from exertion. A total opposite from his captain who is nothing but vocal.

"So close. Please please pleaseplease," Gale whines, his voice already climbing an octave as the motions grow erratic. Haig must be close too.

"Shut it." The hand on his back comes up to press his head down, leading to his fangs pressing into Haig's skin. Gale bites on instinct, muffling his howl of pleasure as he cums, streaks of white covering their stomachs. It's intense enough that his legs go stiff, locking Haig in as the man also finishes, his spend going on the desk instead.

Haig stands with Gale in his arms, both panting, coming down from their orgasms. Haig lets Gale down to stand, but still holds him close. The perfume of herbs infused in the oil can't quite cover up the smell of sex.

Gale detaches his mouth from where he had accidentally bitten Haig. A three-holed mark greets him, ringed with red and sure to bruise very soon. A glance up at Haig and the singer balks at the withering look he receives in return, the afterglow getting beaten out by a new source of irritation brought about by the same perpetrator as the first.

"Um, at least we match?"

Haig lets him crumple to the floor.

[thepromiscuousfinger]

Do yourself a favor and just write everything out of order. That's legit what's stopping me from updating my WIPs because the back of my head is demanding it has to be consecutively written in order or else it won't make sense.

....which is kind of dumb because when I came up with the plotlines they were from scenes right in the middle lol

[mogglewrites]

CulinaryArtsShipping ramble - Most attractive person you know?

Ngl I got this idea cus I feel like they'd have such old married couple vibes after knowing each other for so long (see my Childhood friends hc). My brainworms brought up that video of a man being interviewed and asked "Who's the most attractive person you know?" (or something along those lines) and he answered his wife every single time.

And that is so Cook????

Like, imagine Ranbo being interviewed and it's just—

Q: Who's the most attractive person you know?

C: Tim.

Q: Tim isn't here right now, you don't have to say it's him.

C: No. It's Tim.

Q: We're not gonna show this to him later—

C: *snatches mic from the interviewer* IT'S TIM!!!

(Haig and other staff has to wrangle the mic away and get Cook back in his seat cus Cook keeps saying it's Tim and professing his love for his bf).

Then afterwards, if they go interview Tim.

Q: Who's the most attractive person you know?

T: Well that's rather subjective, isn't it, darling? Dear Edward has such a rugged charm. Gale, that little spitfire can set anyone's heart racing. Not to mention Haig with his mysterious, dangerous aura.

T: But if I have to choose the best out of all of them. Hmm...

T: There's really no one more attractive than my lovely Cook 💕

Q: I'm sure he's flattered, but he's not here right now. You don't have to say it's him.

T: You misunderstand me, dear. *plucks the mic from the interviewer's hand, holding it closer to his lips and maintaining eye contact with the camera. His face dead serious.* My lovely, talented, gorgeous, sweet, adorable, darling Clay is The most attractive of all the men of Orbtopia. I do not settle for less.

T: And good luck to any Ranbo fans who try to touch him during the fan meetings. If you leave a single mark on him, I advise you to pack extra floatation devices for your next voyage. 😊

They're just really, truly down horrendous for each other.

(Also I hc Cook's real name to be Clay, just FYI in case you see me using it in future posts. When we get his official name, I'll change to the confirmed one.)

[mogglewrites]

Thinking about how in Chinese drama or in stories there would always be that One character (or multiple) who's personality is effeminate but looks manly, such as having a beard or five o'clock shadow yet wears flashy makeup and gaudy/eccentric fashion.

And how this One character would be for comic relief or for play-flirting w the male lead, or be the female lead's bestie. Then ultimately comes in clutch at a critical moment or have an important heart to heart with either lead characters, because as a character that is the in between of both genders, they are able to confront both sides of the problem and gives insight that the het couple never could figure out because the misogyny in the character script is too damn thick for them to see the truth of the situation.

And that One character in Sea of Remnants

Is Tim

WE STAN A QUEEN

✨️💙👑💙✨️

[lakemojave]

You know that whatever character did those problematic things isn't like. Real, right?

[lakemojave]

You are aware that a fictional character is just a rhetorical construct designed to fulfill a narrative/thematic purpose right? That their actions are written by an author who wants to use them to explore complex ideas and moral gray areas within the safe confines of fiction right? That they aren't a real person who has killed real people right?

[mogglewrites]

CulinaryArtsShipping (Cook × Tim) childhood friends headcanon

So I have been having THOUGHTS about Cook and Tim. I simply must share this with the world. Somebody see my vision please I am scratching at the walls.

I will be going over what I think their childhood were like and how their relationship developed throughout the years, up until the current time in the game.

THIS IS A HEADCANON AND VERY MUCH PURE DELULU. DON'T TAKE IT SERIOUSLY.

Okay? We good? Let's go.

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SO, I think Cook and Tim are about the same age, give or take a couple years.

I headcanon them to be childhood friends.

Cook is near-sighted, so when he's still a child, maybe his family couldn't afford glasses for him, so he squints a lot and makes a habit of standing close to people so he can see them properly when they speak. He finds joy in cooking with his family, in making something warm and nice, that brings a smile to the receiver's face.

Tim is a bit more well off, since his father is a shipwright. He's a design whiz, but that makes it hard for people to keep up. The other kids think he's weird for his ideas and kind of bullies him for it.

BUT COOK IS A GOOD BOY AND DEFENDS TIM. RESPECT THE ART DAMMIT!!

They start hanging out after that. Tim drawing and designing, while Cook brings him snacks and listen to Tim explaining his work.

(Insert: Tiny Cook and Tim laying side by side on the floor with drawings scattered around them oughhhh)

Also, Cook needing to fidget and taking some of the pencils and sticks and tapping a rhythm 🥁

Tim gets used to the proximity of having Cook so close by his side. So when Cook finally got glasses, Tim feels a bit lonely when he doesn't sit/stand as close anymore 🥺🥺

When they're a bit more grown up (maybe their teen years), they start having to follow their dads to work. They don't get to meet as often, but Cook still drops by Tim's place or the pier to bring him snacks. They can have a nice quiet evening together chatting about their apprenticeship.

I'm not sure when Tim lost his arms, or if they're even prosthetics at all, but it's really traumatic. Cook is there for him and helps with rehab. He supports Tim to get prosthetics so he can do what he loves again. A lot of Cook feeding Tim and helping him day-to-day happens during this time 🥹

I think Cook fell first, but Tim fell harder. Cook has always been somewhat attracted to Tim's smarts, and he's genuine in his admiration and respect for the genius. When Tim makes it big, he knows Cook isn't the type that approaches him because there's something to gain.

Meanwhile, Tim has always seen Cook as being some sort of a simpleton. Very "big dog" type of way. He likes how eager and patient Cook can be, and it's nice to be with someone who tells things to him straight instead of pandering with sweet words.

When Cook tells him that he's leaving the island to be in a band, "distraught" is an understatement for how Tim feels. WDYM MY BIG GOLD DOG IS LEAVING?! HUH?? WAIT, MY?????

That's when Tim realized that he has already fallen for Cook, but now he's going away. It hurts, but Cook has supported him in pursuit of his dreams all this time, it's his turn to support Cook.

So I think the Ranbo ship has some nifty features, courtesy of the magic shipwright :)

Cut to present time, Tim tries to catch a show whenever he can. If he's out sailing with the Wanderer crew and they cross-paths, the two spends time together to "catch up" ,,-w-,,)♡

[writingdose]

genuine writers getting wrongly accused of using ai because of witch hunt and proper grammar/structure in their works must be what being a woman in the 1600s who is wrongly accused of being a witch because she can read and is intelligent feels like

[mogglewrites]

Why are you here?

Fandom: Sea of Remnants

Pairing: Cook × Tim (Culinaryartsshipping)

Tags: Fluff, Kissing in the rain

Summary: Cook and Tim reunite in a super cliché romance scene that is so overdone but hits every time.

(Also posted to AO3)

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Through the curtain of rain, the shipwright looks out to see a mass of golden hair coming towards him. He narrows his eyes to try and make out who it is, before realization hits him.

"Cook?!" Tim exclaims, getting up from his seat and dashing out to meet him half way.

"Tim!!" Cook shouts over the roar of the storm. He's tries to get his bangs out of his face, but the force from his running and the wind keep whipping them back.

They meet in the middle of the street, embracing each other. Cook holds him by his thighs and lifts him up, spinning them around in elation of their reunion.

"What are you still doing here? I thought—I thought you left already." Tim asks, looking down at the blond.

"Was going to. Had some…complications." Cook replies. He's a pillar of warmth and comfort in the freezing rain, not shaking at the slightest even with the weight of Tim and the heavy prosthetics of his arms combined. "I came as fast as I could."

"And I've told you, I'll be all right." Tim brushes the golden bangs up and slicks them back. He slides his hand down to cradle Cook by his cheek.

Cook shakes his head. "Doesn't mean you have to go through it alone. I want to be here for you." His eyebrows scrunch together, a splitting image of a retriever begging to be let in.

Tim sighs. He expected no less. Leave it to this lovable oaf to try and get extra affection even though he's already won his heart.

"Look at you, old man. Don't even got your glasses on." Tim leans down to peck at the exposed forehead.

"Don't need 'em to see when yer this close." Cook smiles, his mustache crooking upwards with the motion. Tim tuts at the comment, but relents.

Their lips meet sweetly in the rain. A chaste kiss.

For now.

[lunasdestiny]

Jasmine did in fact make Ranbo's clothing!!!!🥺

Also she works WAY too much which is why shes always tired. I dont think the others know just how much she works.

Not to mention she lost sleep just to put love and care into the costumes for Ranbo...

SHES LITERALLY RARITY FROM MLP OMG. She puts in so much care to her craft for her friends.

DW, they appreciate her and do let her rest.

Also this little line from Chef/Cook implies they all hang out at his place usually and he cooks for them 🥹

look at my queen surrounded by ppl who love her and cheer her on

[lunasdestiny]

Talked on the server about how it seems like the rest of Ranbo ARE aware of Gale's situation and offered him to stay over at their places but he probably refused because he doesnt wanna be a burden and probably says its no big deal (bro yes it is)

So Ranbo will force Gale to stay the night when it's dangerous outside or something. Weather, crime, etc...

"Youre staying tonight."

Gale: "It's fine really!" 😅

"We are NOT asking."😤

Gale: 😶

Anyway he probably slept at each of their places at a time. ;w;

[lunasdestiny]

You mean to tell me not only does my boy Gale get kidnapped and tortured by some assholes, but HAIG was 100% ready to rip out the perp's vocal chords after finding out?!?!??!?

HAIG WAS WILLING TO COMMIT CRIMES FOR GALE.

GET YOU A MAN LIKE HAIG.

This is just fuling my shantyshipping propaganda😂

Haig: "If anything happened to any of my bandmates i will kill everyone in this room and then kill them again."

[gatesofminrathous]

there will never be anything as funny as the mutual disbelief between long form and short form fic writers about each other's style.

short form writers look at people writing 100k+ fics as though this is some sort of talent given as part of a fae bargain, that the commitment required shows some sort of ungodly mental fortitude.

meanwhile long form writers look at people writing 1000 word one shots like god I would cut off my left nipple to be able to say anything concisely. i would love to play with multiple ideas. free me from the shackles of this child I have birthed. i love them but I now must take them to t-ball and doctor's appointments and they're going to destroy everything I own.

[ao3commentoftheday]

[pangur-and-grim]

all books should be written by deeply damaged autistic perverts

[ssajin]

@pangur-and-grim ?

[pangur-and-grim]

YOU DON'T NEED TO TAG ME ON THIS, I WROTE THE POST

[mogglewrites]

Sea of Remnants Theory - Gale's Origins

I know the game isn't out yet, and I must admit, my knowledge on the lore isn't very deep, but I was doing a frame-by-frame of the Make It Loud MV and my brainworms took off running, so the theory is born!

Spoiler alert of course. I guess this borders on headcanon too, but here we go anyways!

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Gale could be related to the Black Baron noble family

I'm basing this all on the fact that Gale has roses imagery on him.

The giant one on the back of his civilian form jacket, the pattern of his rocker jacket and the thorns along the ruffled collar, and his skill effect in Make It Loud made a flood of rose petals.

I'm not sure whether the pink or white is his real hair color, but his civilian hair feels like a drooping flower/flower bud to me, while his rocker hair is him "in full bloom".

It's a huge stretch with a generous topping of delulu, but humor me please-

So from what we know so far, we know that Julius is an adopted child of the Black Baron family. The current head took him in when he's still a child. Julius is dedicated to his family, so that probably means he's had a lot of "education" pumped into him, maybe even to an abusive degree to make him "earn his keep" in the family.

What got me curious was, why is the age gap between Julius and his "brother" so vast? From the look of it, the head is probably in his thirties, while Julius seems to be in his early to mid twenties. So Julius's adoption came off to me more as a "retry".

Retry of what you ask? Retry of Gale.

I think Gale is the younger brother of the Black Baron's head, legitimate or not.

As the younger child in a noble family, people wouldn't really care about him since he wouldn't be chosen as heir, even less if he's illegitimate. A child born out of an affair being taken in as an official member of the family is either seen as a gracious and kind act by the family, or desperation. His value in the family would be at rock bottom. He wouldn't have to study as hard unless he wanted to prove himself or threatened to, so he'd have more time to indulge in his hobby: Music.

Usually the instruments that would be "elegant" enough for nobles to play would be something like the violin or piano. A guitar is really toeing the line. A banjo is straight up an act of rebellion since it's a "peasant" instrument.

If we're going through the dramatic route, it could be something like:

Gale, the younger child of the noble Black Baron family, kept alive only for the necessity of having a backup heir, forced to grow up in the cold household and cruel noble society, pressured by the expectations from the family and their prestige. He finds solace in the small moments where he can connect with the people using music, so he made one for himself (or maybe a servant gave it to him. That'd be heartwarming and so tragic) and learned to play it.

So in an effort to try and straighten Gale out, the family could send him to join the navy (I'm leaning on the hand tattoo theory here). Then something happens that lands him in jail (maybe he helped a pirate get away or something ooohhh~), which he then escaped and now he's on the run from both his family (he would have known some secrets) and from the navy for deserting. This would give him cause to keep moving, then, of course, he found his bandmates and founded the Ranbo crew together.

Sidenote: I looked up some information on "Mayflower". It's apparently a ship's name? But also if we go with the literal name of the flower and the European theme, it would be the hawthorn flower, of which also has thorns, and the blooms can be in white, pink, or bright red. So instead of being a proper rose like his old family, Gale is his own unique flower that, when described, could be misunderstood for the other.

Anyway, so that's my take on Gale's origins. I'd love it if we can get more lore of him in the game 😭 aaaaa

[mogglewrites]

Sea of Remnants - Ranbo crew headcanons

My brainworms have latched on and they won't let me rest. Here are some headcanons they've given me. It's mostly Gale hcs, but I have some of Haig, Molly and Cook too.

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Gale

Gale's and Molly's fingertips are calloused from pressing on their instrument's strings.

He loves honey, but only as a part of a drink or as hard candy. He doesn't like how it coats the back of his throat when it's in liquid form. Too cloying.

He's acrobatic and agile, but his decision making and estimation aren't exactly the best. So sometimes he flubs a move that he totally could have pulled off, solely because he got a flash of inspiration as he's executing it and pivoted to try out the new thing instead. It's 50-50 work-fail rate.

He wanted to try wearing a corset, but when he found out how much it restricted his breathing when he sang, he ripped it off mid-show. (Molly saw this coming so she made the corset in a way that will tear along a pre-determined line and won't damage the material too much)

He has shaky hands. He has to clench and hold onto something tightly if he wants them to still.

A cat has fallen asleep in his hair once.

He has quite a high pain tolerance. He got his chest tattoo done in one day.

He has to be forced by Haig to brush his teeth, headlock style like a dog. He now brushes at least once a day with one other crew member watching him to make sure he does it properly.

He absolutely refuses to take medicine unless he feels like he's going to die, so Haig has to coordinate with Cook to put the pills in his food.

Haig

Everyone has tried to play his hurdygurdy to varying success. Molly and Gale teamed up. One person cranks it, the other presses the keys.

He has terribly tense and sore shoulders and back. Only Cook has heavy enough hands to work out the knots.

He often complains of overheating from having such long hair, but he always come up with even more complaints when someone ties his hair up, I.E., it's giving me a headache, the hairtie's tail (rope/ribbon/etc.) is annoying, etc.

Molly

She has multiple pillows and pillow cases which she tests out fabrics and do embroidery on as something to occupy her hands when she's in a designing slump. Once her bed/hammock is full, the pillows start appearing in other places on the ship.

She has mannequins on the ship. She moves them around and the boys get jumpscared by them sometimes.

She gets annoyed when the crew gets hurt. Not only because they got hurt, but because their clothes get damaged too. Gale regularly gets seen to by her and Haig. While Haig patches him up, she fixes the tears in their singer's clothes.

Cook

He has a sweet tooth. He makes and stockpiles as much dried/candied fruits as he can whenever they dock. This has saved the crew from vitamin deficiency since they like to try and sneak some from his stash as dessert or snack during the day. After he cracked down on it, the crew just agree to everyone getting 1-2 pieces a day.

He taught Gale how to make honey candy, and when Gale caused trouble for the crew, he drags Gale to the kitchen and have him look after the pot as punishment. Gale doesn't complain because he knows he'll be the one getting all of the candy afterwards anyway.

He's a very neat eater. Having a mustache means being extra careful when he eats to keep it clean. A stache this sharp needs a lot of work!

He likes having an audience when he cooks, but HATES having someone else in the kitchen cooking alongside him.

[sycamorality]

writing a canon divergent fix-it fic while also shaking my head to show that i actually really like the canon's tragic narrative and am not trying to say i think it would be better if canon was like this