Home Transition 1: I made Grim a collar to match with me. He’s happy with it, so I’m happy.
Home Transition 2: Yeah, I brought my magestone with me. I dunno, at this point it’d be stupid to think nothing’s gonna happen. I might need it.
Home Transition 3: I missed Lilia and Oisín. We used to jam out together in my first year, it was really fun.
Home, after Login: They’re selling shirts over there, let’s get in line already.
Home Transition, Groovification: [LOCKED]
Tap Home 1: Sent Floyd a picture, now he’s whining why I didn’t bring him. He can die mad about it.
Tap Home 2: Sebek got really scared when I said I was snitching. Far as I know, Malleus doesn’t even have a phone anymore.
Tap Home 3: Wonder how many people think Kingsley’s mask is fake…
Tap Home 4: Dunno what’s Copper’s got planned, but we’re heading backstage. With backstage tickets. Yeah. Totally.
Tap Home 5: Mm, it’s chewlery. I normally don’t wear any, but sometimes I get really…bitey. I guess. Not in a bad way, though, y’know?
Tap Home, Groovification: [LOCKED]
DUO MAGIC with Copper Benoit/Barbossa @cyanide-latte
"We doing this or what?" | "Go hard, Yugo, I've got your back!"
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(so while the event is made to that anyone with oc of any year can join, for my own stuff, the Wishmaster’s Concert does take place in gia’s junior year. hence them wearing floyd’s earring and their line referencing missing lilia and @/tixdixl’s oísin, who are now alumni at the time of gia’s junior year.)
Heeey! Soo...I know you probably don't know me, lol, I don't really text ppl much here (sorry in advance if I might sound/be weird, my anxiety levels are waaay off the charts, sorryyy😅) but I really love the stuff you make here, especially your Twst boys. Aaaand...I was thinking, could you please do questions 33, 95 and 100 with Marshall, Ren and Copper? Only if they're not taken already, ofc, but pleeeeeease!🙃 :3 Thank you!💖 Oh, and have a magical day!✨
fifth time is the charm, pls tumblr let me post this
Hi! I know we've never talked, but I always smile when I see you in my notifs going on a liking spree, and I get a little moment of "oh! ^^~ it's them again! I hope they're having a good day!" And no worries, you don't sound weird to me! ;w; I'm touched you love my OCs so much. Thank you for sending in an ask!
My reblog of the 100 silly OC ask prompt list is here!
33: Which children’s cartoon would they get obsessed with?
(Assuming there are TWST equivalents of these, ofc!)
Copper- Avatar: the Last Airbender, apparently!
Wei Renqiao- He grew up obsessed with Digimon and Batman Beyond (which probably explains why he did eventually want to go into tech development, at least in part.)
Marshall- Sailor Moon. He will stand by the fact the writing is sincere, he adores the characters, but he especially loves that the girls constantly have fashion that changes per day and season, unlike most cartoon characters.
95: Would they eat a chocolate covered cricket?
Ren's had them before, they're okay. Copper would do it in a heartbeat, he can't afford to be picky. Marshall is AGHAST at the very thought (he's probably been tricked into eating one before by his older brothers and never forgiven them for it.)
100: How would they react to finding out they are a fictional character?
Copper would shrug it off, he's experienced weirder things, really. Marshall would probably have to sit with that for a long time, that one can really hurt a guy's brain. REN IS PULLING OUT HIS BOARD WITH RED STRING BECAUSE HE'S SUSPECTED THIS FOR A LONG TIME, LISTEN, HE'S GOT THE POSSIBILITIES ON LOCK FROM STUDYING QUANTUM THEORY—
Taglist: @elenauaurs @inmateofthemind @ramshacklerumble @tixdixl @winterweary
@distant-velleity @rainesol @thehollowwriter @theleechyskrunkly @twst-migraine
@harryinramshackle @the-trinket-witch @twstinginthewind (DM me if you'd like to be added or removed from the taglist for my TWST OCs stuff)
When discussing The Chariot card, I truly couldn't have thought of a better OC to use here than Copper. Between the narative he has, escaping a metaphorical cage by riding the momentum of an opportunity and never looking back, Copper's story illustrates the action element of the Chariot. The path is before you but you have to be the one willing to take the reigns and drive on to success. And as he takes the steering wheel and led the Black Pearl to his freedom, the Captain stands tall, with a spyglass to see the obstructions in his path, and the compass that points to where he wants to go most.
The Chariot talks about not only action, but learning to navigate the road to change and to outcomes, and while traditionally, the Chariot is depicted as a physical chariot driven by sphinxes, using the Black Pearl felt like a perfect symbolic representation of those sphinxes. The sphinxes are alive; from the lore of PotC, we know the Pearl is too. The Sphinxes are mythologically shrounded in mystery and yet are wonderous; the Pearl is too.
And beyond all of the symbolic elements that I chose to implement, depicting the card as best understood by the character, the other thing I will say about this piece is how much it challenged me to make the piece feel whole. The background especially felt like a challenge, but I do feel like I am incredibly satisfied with it, and what all I learned from it.
I hope you all are excited for the next one!
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Tag List: @ramshacklerumble @the-trinket-witch @twstinginthewind @boopshoops @elenauaurs
Characters: Copper Benoit and Jackie (my OCs,) Epel Felmier, Marja Felmier (referenced), Gia Yugo ( @ramshacklerumble 's Yuusona, referenced)
Word count: 748
Content warnings: none
Important note: While this event is open for anyone to use at any point in their OC's timeline, for my own works and lore I have this concert taking place during Copper's Junior year at NRC, when he is Housewarden of Pomefiore with Epel as his Vice-Housewarden.
A final once-over cemented for the young man that he was set and ready to go. Magical pen in one pocket, lock-picking set in another, a decent amount of thaumarks in another and substantially more thaumarks in a hidden pocket that only a fool would attempt to steal. A few other necessities, including some cosmetics, he grabbed and tucked into the embroidered patched-on pockets on his pants.
"Right, I think that's everything…"
There was a sudden chattering and a furry weight dropped onto his shoulder, tiny paws digging into him wherever they could reach. He let out a sudden laugh and nodded, amused.
"Right, right, sorry Jackie," Copper said, reaching up to give the monkey an affectionate scratch on his head. The capuchin let out a trill, mollified, and gently poked at the battle jacket he'd landed on, prompting Copper to chide him for pulling on a stud before they exited the room and locked up.
Other Pomefiore students going about their business throughout the dorm stopped as Copper passed by, many of them delightedly greeting him with an enthusiastic "Housewarden! Have fun at the concert!" A smile grew on Copper's face, regal, charming, and utterly proud of them, of his dorm, and he returned each with appreciation. He didn't stop or slow his commanding stride until at last he reached the lounge and saw his Vice-Housewarden.
"AAGH!"
And his Vice-Housewarden saw him.
"What in the—Copper! Talk about scarin' a guy!"
"Hehe, sorry Epel," he said, unable to hold back a laugh. "I wanted to go ahead and do my makeup now, get ahead of the tide of this thing."
To his credit, Epel recovered quickly and offered a smile of his own. "Well, it is smart thinking! And ya did great with it! Vil'd be proud."
"You ready to hold down the fort while I'm gone?"
"You bet! I'll keep it, er, ship-shape?"
At that remark, Jackie let out a noise that could only be described as a shriek, but with no real power behind it. Copper lifted his shoulder just a fraction and the monkey leapt clear over him and landed heavily on Epel's shoulder.
"I trust you guys," Copper insisted. "Just keep an eye on that menace while I'm gone. If he gets too bothersome, withhold all apples."
Jackie swiveled his head around and stared at Copper with big wet eyes as if to innocently suggest "who, me?" and promptly began to play with Epel's hair.
"Don't worry, we'll have fun," Epel said, waving a dismissive hand, before remembering something. "Oh, right! Remind me again who all's gonna be performin' at the concert?"
"Wishmaster is headlining," Copper said, ticking the bands off on his fingers, "and they're going to also have Pixie Metal, Fighting Dragons, H.D.M., and UnderDark."
"Ahh, that's right…" Epel looked somewhat abashed, and shuffled his weight from foot to foot in a way he hadn't done since they were freshmen. "Umm…"
"What is it? You know you can ask me anything, Epel."
His Vice-Housewarden managed a sheepish look before inhaling, exhaling, and squaring his shoulders.
"I know I asked ya if ya'd pick up an autograph from UnderDark for Meemaw…"
Copper nodded. Epel had been more than willing to look after Jackie in addition to filling in on Housewarden duties during the concert, but since he was also not going to be attending due to Spelldrive practice, it felt only fair to offer to pick up something for him. When Copper had learned Epel's grandmother, Marja, was an UnderDark fan, he immediately promised he'd look into getting an autograph from the band for her.
"But, if it's not too much trouble," Epel continued, "do- d'ya think ya could pick me up a Fighting Dragons shirt?"
"Done!"
"Oh. That was…quick?"
Copper grinned and winked. "For everything you're willing to do, that's an easy request!" Giving himself a final, quick brush down, he posed for feedback.
"Knock 'em dead!"
"Aye, and you break a leg."
The two reached up, lightly smacked their fists together, and then Copper was on his way. He was buzzing with energy, a spring in his step and mischief on his mind as he headed out to meet the others at the Mirror Chamber. Perhaps he and Gia would make it there first and continue going over their plans. If not, there would be plenty of opportunity over this concert to confer and carry out their little scheme. And plenty of fun to be had too.
Characters: Copper Benoit and Marshall Eton (my OCs,) Vil Schoenheit (mentioned,) the Nightwatch twins (@/tixdixl's OCs, mentioned)
Additional notes: While the topic of Vil's gender identity isn't a focus of this, it does come up in the way Copper and Marshall refer to Vil. Marshall exclusively refers to Vil with "she/her" pronouns unless otherwise instructed, where Copper adjusts the pronouns he uses for Vil as is situationally appropriate to how Vil instructed him. Unrelated, I originally started writing this after I'd begun To Hex and Back, and finished this one first. I wasn't sure I'd ever write my boys interacting with one another, but given they're both in Pomefiore, it felt like it was bound to happen sooner or later.
By the time Copper was stepping through the mirror back to Pomefiore, the lights in the dorm had already dimmed, set low, with mostly juniors and a few sophomores left up. Some continued to study in the lounge, and one or two patrolled the halls. Freshmen were already supposed to be in their rooms, settling for the night, but it was understood that Copper had specific exceptions due to his connection to the pirate ship that sat in the lake and the associated duties that came with it. Most nights he made it back to the dorm in good time, but today ran late with what the ghost pirates were trying to teach him, and he had a feeling he would collapse the second he made it to his bed. Sweet, blessed relief came in the form of a nice, cool bed with clean sheets, a good pillow—
"Well, well, there's our wayward little brother!"
Copper pulled up short, a pair of lupine eyes reflecting back light eeriely as their owner strode into view, blocking his path down the hallway.
"Upperclassman Eton," he said respectfully, registering in a heartbeat that neither of the Nightwatch twins were with him. He made to move past the wolf beastman, but he barely got more than a step before a hand grabbed him by the shoulder and Marshall cooed, "Not so fast, buccaneer."
Copper froze in place, desperately trying to deduce what was going on. He had no personal beef with the upperclassman, and for all that Marshall's antics were usually mean-spirited, he rarely directed them to anyone else in Pomefiore. Marshall also didn't touch people without reason if it could be avoided, but he would if he seemed it necessary, and with force if he didn't get his point across.
"Vil's not back yet," Marshall said, and his hand flexed just enough on Copper's shoulder to indicate the freshman should turn back towards the lounge sofas and chairs. Copper winced, not because Marshall was gripping him, let alone painfully; no, he had underestimated how much muscle was in that hand, and he could tell that there was strength behind it.
"I don't understand, what does Vil not being back have to do with—"
"The Housewarden requested your presence for a discussion upon her return, so I'm here to ensure you're ready and waiting," Marshall explained. "And since Vil asked me personally to keep an eye out for you tonight…"
Copper held back a groan as the wolf steered him towards a study table with chairs already waiting. He noticed a few of the upperclassmen in the lounge were looking their way now, looking like they were silently asking if he needed an escape, but he waved them off, taking one of the chairs and dropping into it heavily. Marshall took a chair next to him, sliding into it with ease and grace, looking most pleased with himself.
"Kind of surprised your buddies aren't with you," Copper said after a beat.
Marshall shrugged at that. "Wes probably took Mac back to Ignihyde. Or he's off studying on his own."
"You don't know where they're at?"
"No? Why would I?"
"You three are always together, I just figured—"
"Not always."
Copper shut his mouth before he could retort. Something must have shown on his face regardless, because the wolf kept watching him with an expression that held a faint trace of challenge in it. It was something around his eyes, his brows, even the set of his mouth. After a moment, Copper sat back in his chair, giving up on interrogating the oddness of the situation.
Talking to Marshall could be a headache most of the time, especially when the Nightwatch twins were with him, as the way the energy between those three seemed to especially drain anyone. But it was also true that Copper was aware the three weren't always together; aside from Mac being in another dorm altogether, the twins were sophomores and Marshall was a junior, so they had different classes. But it was hard not to think of them as a unit, so much so that Copper had forgotten there were moments where he'd seen Marshall alone. Yet it was clear here that asking about this would go nowhere.
Instead, opting to go for the thing that he could make sense of, he asked, "So…Vil asked you to stop me as I got back and make sure I stayed out here so when they get back I'm available for this chat?"
"'s'what I said, wasn't it?"
"Do you happen to know what it's about?"
Marshall snorted, rapidly waving a hand as if to dispel some odor. "Not my business. The queen asked something of me, I'm happy to deliver."
Copper raised his eyebrows sharply at that. "So," he said evenly, "you're just content to be Vil's dog and play fetch?"
Marshall gave an equally sharp raise of his brows, ostensibly at being referred to as a dog, but shrugged it off. This was, quite frankly, not entirely unexpected. Since coming to Night Raven College, the junior was one of the very few people Copper had met who seemed to just let most things slide right off him. Not everything of course, and he showed the rare flash of irritation or temper on occasion, but most things just…slid right off. Like nothing could truly bother him for very long.
"Eh, call it what you will."
Frowning, Copper studied him for a long moment. Was he really just that chill? Or was there some other reason why he was so eager to do Vil's bidding? It didn't make a ton of sense to Copper…but then again, if it were him…and if it were Kalim asking…
"Are you…in love with Vil or something?" he asked curiously, keeping his voice whisper-quiet, just in case it was a sensitive topic and Marshall didn't want their dormmates overhearing.
Immediately Marshall snorted with laughter, doubling over and holding his sides.
"Oh shit, freshie, are you kidding?! HA! That's rich!" His words came out in between laughs and he slapped a palm on the surface of the study table like it was going to help him stay balanced. It took him a moment to stop chortling and straighten up, during which Copper felt his own face flush with embarrassment, unwilling to glance over and make eye contact with any of the other upperclassmen who were probably staring.
Once Marshall was sitting upright again, he shook his head, and for the first time, Copper could have sworn he was wearing a real smile, the laughter in his eyes genuine, despite his response to what he'd been asked.
"You think that just because I'm ready and willing to whatever Vil asks, it means that?" The junior shook his head again, his huge tail giving a soft thump somewhere behind him. "Well, I guess you already figured out we're not friends, plus I'm a sucker for gorgeous people askin' me for help, so of course you're left jumpin' to that conclusion."
Marshall arched a brow, cocking his head to the side, and the amusement vanished. Studying the younger man, he drummed his fingertips on the table, claw-like nails making perfect, delicate clicks on the polished wood. When he spoke again, his voice was surprisingly soft and serious.
"Normally I wouldn't," he mused. "But thinkin' 'bout it…Hm. What do you know about our Housewarden, Copper? And I don't mean the basic things about her as Housewarden; what do you know about Vil Schoenheit?"
Copper furrowed his brow. What kind of ridiculous pop quiz was this? He tried to run through the list in his head, going over what he knew about Vil as a person, from the situation-specific pronoun thing, to Vil's expectations of the dorm as a whole and of various individuals within it, as well as the standards she held herself to. But again, that was Vil as their Housewarden. Vil as a person…
"Uhh…I mean, Vil's a-a model and a movie star, right?"
"Bingo," Marshall answered, and though he remained serious, his ears gave a slight bounce, probably indicating he was happy Copper had given the correct answer. "Now why d'ya think that might be important?"
Copper gave a helpless shrug, fixing Marshall with a look of rapidly-declining patience. "Like I said, indulge me. I'm a little behind the times, so to speak."
Yellow eyes stared at him intensely, and still that voice remained soft.
"Now, now, I know you can piece this together," Marshall said, tapping one nail on the table. "Think about it. The worlds of modeling and acting are ruthless, 'specially for someone who's been in those industries since they were a kid. Eats up a lotta time and energy, takes a toll on the person. Advantages only get 'em so far. And most kids who get into that at an early age, they miss out on stuff because their schedules keep them so wrapped up in the work. So—"
Something finally clicked for Copper and he let out a noise of surprise, sitting up straighter and going, "They wouldn't go to a normal school, would they?" That lupine gaze got more intense somehow and the tall ears swiveled forward to face Copper as he continued, "They might not even go to school at all. But Vil's in school."
"Vil's in school," Marshall repeated, confirming the point. "Doesn't have to be, but she is. Can you guess why?"
It took the span of a blink.
"Vil wants to be here!"
A slow nod. "Takes a lot to choose to do that and stick with it and with the career paths," Marshall said. "Most people would burn out. You have to want somethin' bad and do anything to get it in order to balance that. 'S'why Vil's got such strict boundaries with her managers and agents right now about what she will and won't take on. Why she's willing to do so much influencer work on Magicam, even though it irks her when people recognize her for that first."
Copper slumped back heavily in his chair, trying to process. All that, and still…
"And that's on top of everything Vil does for us as Housewarden," he murmured.
"And everything she does for herself." Marshall paused, his gaze measuring. "That kind of drive, that tenacity and desire, that's the core of Pomefiore. The Fairest Queen would have done no less, and no other Housewarden has Vil's drive. Everything Vil does and is, she's living and leading by example. She knows exactly what it means to want somethin' so bad you'll do whatever it takes to make it real by your own blood and sweat, and to grasp that goal in your own hands.
"That's why I'll do anything Vil asks me to. Our Housewarden is someone we should aspire to be like. Not be, because none of us can be Vil, but that tenacity is something all of us feel, and we need to be relentless in living that. And if she decides she needs to lean on us to help achieve anything, that's an honor."
Marshall had crossed his arms and continued to stare at Copper as if daring him to argue the point, but the young pirate captain was feeling a little too in awe of Vil and somewhat flabbergasted by his upperclassmen to say much of anything. After a short silence, he nodded.
"I think I get it now. You admire Vil."
"I respect Vil," the wolf shot back testily, before acceding the point. "But yes, I admire her. It's an honor she'd rely on me at all."
Curious phrasing, that. But Copper was in no mood to try to dig at the possible implication, so he decided to aim at something Marshall had said earlier.
"So uh, what was that about you being a sucker for gorgeous people asking you for help or something?"
Marshall's eyes went wide as dinner plates and his ears stood rigid as the uncharacteristic softness in his voice dropped back into his usual tone. "Do what."
"You said you're a sucker for gorgeous people asking you for help."
"O-oh," Marshall said, his face getting a little pink as he dropped into a groaning mumble. "That."
The corners of his mouth turning up into a grin, Copper leaned forward, bracing an elbow on the table and propping his chin on his fist. "Now come on, matey, ya can't leave a man hangin' after that."
He received a squinting glare and flattened ears for his efforts as the wolf muttered, "For your information, freshman, people are pretty and that's so overwhelming it gets terrifying. Makes me panic. Brain shuts off."
"So if a gorgeous individual asks you for help finding something or, I dunno, moving a couch—"
"You're havin' entirely too much fun with this—"
"—you what, you black out and become a good boy? Help in exchange for a pat on the head?"
"See now that, that sounds weird. You're making it weird."
"But Vil's not your type."
"Person doesn't have to be my type to be overwhelmingly pretty," Marshall huffed, gesticulating with his left hand. "Why are we even on this subject? Drop it."
Copper beamed, delighted at the turn he'd steered the conversation into. Still, he knew when to let something go in the moment and gave the junior a light, innocent shrug. He'd just be tucking that fun little tidbit away for later…
Still, for all he was stuck waiting for Vil with Marshall of all people (and probably Wesson, if he got back and joined them before the Housewarden arrived,) Copper decided this conversation was worth it. If nothing else, it got the mental gears turning, further reevaluating his already positive view of Vil.
She knows exactly what it means to want somethin' so bad you'll do whatever it takes to make it real by your own blood and sweat, and to grasp that goal in your own hands.
Yes. Copper had to admit it, he could see why Marshall admired their Housewarden. In some ways, there truly was no one more worthy of that sort of admiration than Vil Schoenheit.
Final notes: in case it wasn't clear, Marshall doesn't have a crush on Vil, but the admiration, the desire to emulate, and to offer support is very, very real. Also yes, he has what I call a Pretty People Panic reaction. Unlike Rook, who dramatically waxes poetic when faced with overwhelming, awe-inspiring beauty, Marshall panics and forgets to be an asshole until he can find an escape. Also also, if you've read To Hex and Back and you picked up the context clues here, then you know Marshall was trying throughout this ficlet to do a dominance staredown with Copper and it just didn't work.
Characters: Kingsley Tyr (my OC), Copper Benoit ( @cyanide-latte 's OC), the rest of the canon Pomefiore Cast (mentioned)
A/N: IT'S MY FAVORITE PIRATE CAPTAIN'S BIRTHDAY! And of course his forever bestie (don't tell him I called him that - he will kill me) had a lot to say, and he had to make a show of it. So here it is! Happy Birthday, Copper!
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Panic. ‘Twas the only word that could adequately describe the energy that swept over the Pomefiore dorm as the echoing of boot soles thundered through the grandiose halls. One steady step after another. Not too slow, but not too hasty. Militant. And deliberate. As eyes met his, fear consumed the students. Visibly. Tangibly. Gasps fled their mouths like prey animals in the wild. And when one singular pansy opted to disguise them as a snap dragon, the student stood fast before Kingsley, defying the quaking of their calves.
Inconvenienced, his footfalls ceased. Though he did not lower his head, his gaze fell, landing squarely on the miniscule road block attempting to prevent him from progressing. He stated nothing. Refused to even greet them, a courtesy reserved for those worthy of words and attention. And despite their whimpering cries for attention, the vast majority of the ants that lined the floors and walls of this opulent mansion barely held their own, let alone a spotlight. Nevertheless, an ant was an ant. And if improperly dealt with, the pheromone of an ant’s decay only encouraged more to find its corpse.
“You dare set foot in our dorm,” the generic extra barked, as if attempting to command the situation. The quiver in their throat defied their composure as they continued, “You better have a good reason for disrupting this place with such an ugly presence.”
Pitiful. An attempt at least, but futile and a worthless waste of effort.
“Benoit.”
His word bellowed like a command on the wind. He had no need for any other. The name sufficed. And as the face of the interruption blanched three shades lighter, the dawn of realization swept over their being.
“You’re… here for the party…” they murmured. Sweat betrayed them, dripping down their cheek. And worse, it carried oily foundation with it. He imagined the Housewarden’s reaction upon a theoretical reunion. It brought him a twinge of satisfaction, though he’d never admit it. They deserved it.
The individual practically scampered, stepping to the side of the failed crowned prince. Like an axe through a trunk, he resumed his march down the carpeted halls. Despite Copper’s habit of escaping the mansion in lieu of the respite of his Pearl, Kingsley knew the obligation of attendance loomed over the Pirate Captain’s head. Yet, perhaps he saw the entire ordeal with a different lens. After all, the Diasomnia student only made an appearance when the occasion deemed appropriate and meaningful. Thus, he trekked toward the open foyer.
Opulence. The room swallowed anyone inside with a display of accessory. Wall to wall, decorations lined every space that fit the artistic eye. Not a single gem or feather sat out of place. As expected of the dorm notorious for its supposed perfected beauty. And every single attendant carried the same elegance and performative confidence that reflected the dorm’s culture. Which further made the freshman stick out like a sore thumb. Yet, the thought failed to cross his mind. Deliberately, he kept his focus directly on the shorter freshman, easily identifiable by his tricorn hat and large plume. In truth, it put the huntsman’s to shame. But then again, the energy contrasted heavily.
He strode straight up to the pirate captain, refusing to acknowledge anyone he marched past. If they failed to move, he shoulder-checked them. If they gasped or spilled their own refreshment, that represented a failure on their part. A failure to watch their back. To stay agile. He hoped the Housewarden recognized and acknowledged her own failing in raising her “spudlings”.
But as he grew closer, the captain spotted him. He actually anticipated that the offended reactions of his dorm mates alerted him before the footsteps did. Not that he’d hid them. Not that he wanted to stealth either. That defeated the purpose entirely. And despite the rippling wave of grievance that echoed throughout the room, Copper met him with a beaming grin.
“So… Kingsley Tyr decided to make an appearance, eh?” the captain teased just a bit, “To what do I owe the pleasure, illusive ally?”
At this moment, the crowned prince finally revealed the box tucked away under his arm. He removed it swiftly, wrapped in vibrant red and gold. It almost resembled the Scarabian dorm colors, yet the display more closely matched that of the accents to the Pomefiore uniform. A deliberate standout. A silent message. To highlight both his tenacity and wisdom, of which his dormmates lacked.
With a smirk, Copper glanced down, observing the statement before glancing back up at Kingsley and taking the box in his hand. He expressed his gratitude with a quick, “But o’course~. Shall I open it ‘ere?”
Kingsley’s expression remained stagnant and unwavering. Nevertheless, he replied with a swift, “Your choice, Captain.”
Clearly satisfied, the pirate grinned even brighter. Instead of opting to shake the box, he simply tore into the paper and the cardboard. However, that glee melted away in an instant, transforming in real time before the swarm of insects drawn to the two of them like moths to a lamp. Awe. Curiosity. Those words best described the twinkle in his eye and the slight gape of his mouth. His gloved hand slipped out. Inside, he held a perfectly taxidermized antler, clearly shaped and anchored in such a way that it could accent the plume. It could be placed on the brim, on the brand, or slipped under the lip of the brim to lay atop the plume without damaging it. And despite the crown prince’s lack of understanding of its importance, clearly, it demonstrated a consideration that perhaps the entire room thought impossible.
Yet, he could tell. Copper read him loud and clear. The antler wasn’t just an accessory. It wasn’t just an ornament to place on his hat. Trophies of these kinds made a pirate richer not just in wealth, but in stature. In reputation. And in power. He knew, just like any military leader, that the demonstration of power based on the codes therein, the expectations of war, etc., mattered in intimidating and destroying the opposition. That the statement mattered to many just as much as the strategy. And a man as capable of both, illustrated by his own actions, would find worth and sophisticated execution in such a trinket. Just as the very skull laid upon his own face.
It didn’t matter to him, Kingsley. It wouldn’t work for him. But for Copper Benoit? No, it matched him. It suited him no more adequately than the monkey on his shoulder. And by the look on his face. The twitch of the eye brow. The pleased bearing of fang. The bellowing laughter. The mischief in his eye.
He knew. He knew exactly what Kingsley intended by the action, by the demonstration amongst his peers. In front of the Poison Apple. In front of the Queen. In front of the Huntsman - who surprisingly failed to take a shot. Perhaps he would let it slide. For once. The presence of so many potential casualties did present an obstacle ill-befitting of the intended outcome. He’d let it slide. This once.
“Aye…” came the pleased commentary, followed by subtle nods of approval, “That’ll do, Kingsley…”
The pirate glanced up at him with big, bright eyes.
“Thank you.”
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1 and 10 for Copper, since I wanna get to know the cutiepie better. Also as a bonus, when did he get his little sidekick Jackie? *hands him a bag of apple slices*
Thank you, Nette!
#1: Do you have a song that represents your OC, if so why?
While I would happily point to tracks from the PotC OSTs, I want to highlight two other songs here that also represent him!
This is the first one, which represents in general his spirit of adventure as a young pirate captain, and I imagine it's a shanty he and his crew sing whenever they begin a voyage.
The second is one that I've had in my head since I made him, and it's more reflective of the way his trauma from being kidnapped and abused for years by Mr. Stone has shaped him as well as his eventual confrontation with the man later on by the time Copper's in his sophomore year at NRC (and later how that continues to inform the way he is even after he graduates from NRC.) Particularly the final lines "You messed with the wrong bitch but somehow you're still alive / Bossed up, respect myself, I accept this villain vibe / The monster that you made has you digging your own grave / I drank your light and rose from embers / You can call me king."
#10: What dorm would your OC be sorted into besides their current one?
That one is easy! He would be in Scarabia. He does exhibit a great deal of mindfulness and consideration, and he spent so much time getting to know Kalim and the rest of the Scarabia guys before he himself enrolled officially that during his sorting at orientation, everyone was shocked that he didn't end up in Scarabia! (Well, everyone except Rook. Rook accurately clocked Copper's tenacity and was hedging his bets that the Dark Mirror would put him in Pomefiore.) To this day Copper still maintains strong friendships and ties with Scarabia (and, y'know, dating that dorm's Housewarden.)
BONUS: when did he get Jackie?
Jackie came with the ship with black sails! When Copper unearthed the ship that Crowley *AHEM* misplaced the year prior to the start of the school year in-game, Jackie was already with the ship. He's not exactly a regular capuchin monkey, as he's effectively immortal and thought to be some sort of undead construct, and it's actually Jackie's abrupt recognition and acceptance of Copper as descendant of the Undying Captain that resulted in the ghost crew insisting Copper is the new captain. Jackie has stayed by Copper's side since, and his presence brings Copper a lot of comfort and laughs. He's far more likely to trust people if they're kind to Jackie and he spoils the monkey even more rotten (though Jackie remains less than thrilled that he's constantly subjected to the Pomefiore boys shoving him into little outfits they get tailor-made for him.)
I had the idea a while ago that this event would likely have two Twisttunes if it were canon. One would obviously be a segment from the main show, with the cast in the audience and Wishmaster rocking out on the stage. But the other came from the idea that during one of the breaks in the sets, the crew would do what they do best as NRC students and sneak past security. Not only would they sneak past security though, I have the very visceral image of the crew sneaking onto one of the band tour buses and taking it for a joy ride - and of course bringing it back in time to not get caught or miss the next set. (For fun, I decided to actually write a quick blurb as an intro sequence leading up to the Twisttune. I will post it below the cut.)
In the fashion of Twisted Wonderland, it made the most sense to me that if the Twisttune had vocals, the vocals would likely be led by Kingsley Tyr (my OC). Normally, this man wouldn't EVER sing. But this is TWST. He is an SSR. He is legally obligated to sing just like every other TWST character. Them's the rules - I don't make them.
Now, you may be wondering... "Seris, but if he's singing in the Twisttune, does this mean you have a song picked out?"
I do. And it just so happens to be a cover sung by Kingsley's voice claim.
That's right... the second Twisttune of this event is Jonathan Young's cover of "City Escape'.
Twisttune Ficlet below the cut, featuring Copper Benoit ( @cyanide-latte ) and Gia Yugo ( @ramshacklerumble )
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One by one, the crew slipped under the caution tape. Each of them moved together and yet separately through the crowd. Headed collectively in the direction of the back exit, they feigned a venture towards the food trucks and the bathrooms. Kingsley noted the security guard leaving their post, transitioning into a sprint as they attempted to reach an individual in the crowd who had likely collapsed. With a quick gesture, he waved the crew towards the exit and strutted toward the opening.
Without looking back, the squad ducked back behind the trucks and the booths. They took off down the side of the venue, weaving and hiding and avoiding every security guard in their way. The doppler effect fully hit them as the shredding and singing faded into more of an echo. And before long, a series of charter buses came just into view. Logos glittered as the midnight lamp light cast vivid sheens over them, like their own stage lights beaming over them. As they booked it down the path, the vampire carefully called out to their squadron of leaders, “Which one did you want to check out first~?”
“Figure it’d be the best use of our time to go straight for the gold,” Copper answered over his shoulder, ensuring his own voice wouldn’t carry toward the ears of unwanted enforcers.
“We’re just going to take a peek and then we’ll go back,” muttered Sebek under his breath, clearly uncertain by the collective choice that had been made here.
They approached the charter bus with the title “Wishmaster” displayed across it. The dullahan cautiously cut toward the front of the group. They pulled out their phone, and immediately began scanning the bus for any sign of alarms. As they did so, the others gathered around them, varying degrees of excitement and nervousness meshed into a cocktail of heightened emotions. Kingsley glanced down at the dullahan, clearly minding their own business and tampering with the bus directly. Despite being a fae from Briar Valley, they seemed to have accumulated a vast amount of technological knowledge. He wondered for a moment just how long they’d been exploring human and magitechnology.
Interrupting his line of thought, their voice cut through the quiet yammers around them as they pressed their phone to their Ortho.
“Hiya, beag, I have a question for you… Yeah, can you send me the blueprints for a MCI J4500? …mhmm… yeah, I’m going to hot wire one. Yeah, no worries! I’ll definitely send you pictures. Thank you!”
Admittedly, he still wasn’t used to their voice. After all the time that he had seen Oisin with their TV Monitor and text-to-speech voice, hearing the sound of a normal, humanoid voice created a sense of extremely mild discomfort, but discomfort nonetheless. Out of habit, the prince shot a quick glance about the crew and their surroundings. For a moment, his eye caught the peripheral sight of what must have been an internal swoon from the former General of the Right. He would never understand.
Within a few seconds, the dullahan resumed their tinkering. And without the crew having to wait long, the bus door gingerly slid open. They took off inside, silently waving the rest of them to follow behind.
Waiting for absolutely no one, the trio of misfits immediately slunk inside to take a gander at the world-famous Wishmaster tour bus. The inside felt just as gothic and metal as the band who housed it. Blacks, blues, greens, and oranges littered the space like a rave enclosed in a box. The bus itself had been refurbished to include a rather elaborate sound system, including speakers, amps, and even a mic set. Clearly, they wrote and practiced even whilst on the road.
While he was taking a gander, Cater and Gia already usurped the amp system and began plugging instruments and cables into ports. Lilia perched himself shotgun, whilst the dullahan slipped into the driver seat. One by one, each person in the entire crew got situated and comfortable in their exploring and trespassing. Everyone except Sebek.
Kingsley poked his head out from inside the tour bus, watching the awkward fae loiter aimlessly and seemingly confused and conflicted.
“Get in,” he commanded the fae, “We're leaving.”
“....we?” Sebek repeated, just as he had done previously that evening.
Before Kingsley could answer, Lilia popped up and leaned over the back of the seat.
“Yeah!! Come on, Sebek!! It'll be a lot of fun!” the vampire beckoned him.
The reptilian fae put up a hand firmly as he spoke up, “wait… aren’t you stealing the bus?”
Practically in unison, the entire squad piped up, “Yeah?”
And as if chiming in on cue, Cater added, “Technically borrowing without permission…”
Even with all the encouragement though, the fae didn’t seem to budge, nor did they convince him. He stood fast, arms crossed over his chest.
Kingsley refused to wait, however, and he refused to compromise their situation.
“Just get in,” the prince commanded, “We're leaving.”
“I refuse–” Sebek began to protest. But another voice interrupted him before he had a chance to raise his voice:
“I’ll tell Malleus,” Gia said deadpanned, pulling out their cell phone, “I’ll tell him what we’re doing.”
Those words took Sebek out with the force of an entire anvil, falling from the sky. His body practically froze. His eyes no different than saucers. And his arms fell to his sides in a defensive manner.
“You can’t–”
“I will. I’m snitching,” they repeated, “Get in the car.”
Kingsley didn’t bother to watch as the fae scrambled up the steps, nearly eating shit as he tumbled over his own feet. But he certainly heard it, though. He heard the whimpers too.
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