#oc: wilbur

[mccall-me-maurice]

sharing this to say no i haven’t been dead! just busy :). this is my oc wilbur! he’s from @i-could-light-the-night-up

[teddy-and-his-ocs]

Idwal: So we find this fucking skull here, it has a FULL set of teeth, and this dumbass goes, YA THINK ITS A BIRD???

Wilbur: :)

[i-could-light-the-night-up]

I ❤️ BUFF MEN

[silverin-special]

Wilbur's page is DONE! First one done, I'm happy!

https://silverin-special.tumblr.com/wilbur

[flurriethefox]

I’m genuinely impressed by how good this turned out :D @taterswithranch, here’s a fellow music teacher!!!

Idk why but every time I look at his hair I think “Chris” /hj

Their thumb is in their pocket btw. I gave him the most femboy pose all because I didn’t wanna draw another hand kagkshsuwjrjdhdd

[wilnix-qna]

PINNED - ASK BLOG IS UP!!!

SO. Welcome to the official ask blog for Wilbur T. Hunter and Phoenix Anderson, featured in @taterswithranch’s Havoc and Homework AU! This blog is run by the two characters’ creator, @flurriethefox :D

Unfortunately, I can’t add a picture of Wilbur and Phoenix interacting, as the interaction will not look how I want it to, BUT I can still put this post up and will add the drawing once I actually get it done!

RULES

NO NSFW ASKS. Jokes are okay, just don’t go too far, and DO NOT ship the two. Phoenix is a minor, and while she and Wilbur are friends, they are not and will not be together.

I more than likely will not answer questions with drawings, and if I do, they will be very rare occasions, due to procrastination, too little time, and lack of motivation. However, I will try to answer any asks as soon as possible, usually the first time I see them. If not, please be patient :D

You can ask just about anything, there isn’t much that I won’t answer, so GO NUTS!!!

Any responses that are either not drawn or are in-character will be in colors:

Wilbur with a💧emoji and Phoenix with a 🔥 emoji!

That’s about it! You can ask anything lore wise, basic facts, stuff like that, doesn’t really matter! PLEASE go crazy with this, I’m practically begging /hj

[shebbart]

They have been freed from my 2015 Viv The Hedgehog era

Old refs under the cut so you can see my shame

[alpinearts]

this stupid pig named wilbur is the only proof i have that im a furry. hes a journalist who uncovers a murder that the city is trying to cover up. theres a scene where he runs. hes cute and i lov him he is my son

[exanimus]

ID: A digital drawing of two of OP's ocs, Johnsey and Wilbur. Johnsey is a brown man with dark brown hair and furred ears, and Wilbur is a white man with top surgery scars and long black hair, with bleached sideburns. Johnsey is sat in a bathtub and Wilbur is sitting behind him, shaving his hair. There is a black toolbox behind him. The drawing is shaded in purple. End ID

[sad-pathetic-shrimp]

artdump incoming!! forest guys edition

[gaunt-and-hungry]

The Hot Introductory Mess that I will Clean Up when I am home

Directly copy and pasted from my google doc.

Wilbur by Name Erebus By Trade

Captain Blackwater - Or so he is named for his love of coffee

Erebus was never used to stability. He had been on the run his whole life but found structure in freelance work as, what most would consider, a “Privateer”. He is an explorer and damn good at it, specialising in exploring and charting the most unusual and uncomfortable reaches of the world where it is the most inhospitable. He is an excellent survivalist and grew up knowing how to sail a ship with minimal crew - for that was the consequences of living aboard a Pirate vessel. He had grown to excel in all manners of positions aboard ships and eventually took over command of his dearest flagship The Revenge earning the title of Captain Blackwater after his love of coffee. A three anchor, three mast frigate at thirty and a half metres long. A beast of a ship, she is still lightweight enough to skirt and flex amongst hazardous and narrow passages, sailed with expert hands and minds between her helmsman and her Captain. 

He has survived endless torments and turmoil, learning to survive by scraping everything and whatever he has together to keep himself afloat, his skills of survival have kept himself and others alive much longer than God ever intended them to be. He has lost dear friends to the frights and challenges of the world, exposure, starvation and disease and yet it seems he is doomed to walk away from every conflict. Either that or he was forever being punished for his hubris. As Sisyphus rolls his boulder, Erebus must continue to adapt and learn if he wants to keep his head. Should he fail to provide the British Admiralty with what they wish.

He signed an agreement with the British Admiralty. His research in exchange for his freedom and not being tried for his earlier crimes against the Crown. He will never get credit for his work but in return his crew and himself have a blind eye turned to his presence.

He has grown to be empathetic though often seems cold and distant. Struggling with attachment, he chooses instead to show his love through selfless acts of valour, believing himself a man that is cursed with fortitude or a cat with nine lives. As a Captain he is a “first one in, last one out” leader, keen to ensure every mouth is fed before he even considers helping himself. He ensures every soul is tucked into bed before he lays his own head down. Sleep never comes easy.

You would not think him the Captain of this formidable ship. Formidable, yes, but quiet and subdued. Not only that but he is surprisingly short at just around 165 cm. He believes actions speak far louder than words; the respect he has earned comes from the care and support he provides his crew of eighty. He employs both women and men and whatever falls between. Should you be able to to the tasks assigned to your stations then you have earned your keep and his care as Captain. He is indiscriminate, having lived a life where such fallacies have no room to breathe and knowing full well that all living things bleed the same.

He is a man haunted by past of struggles and desperation to stay alive; of destitution and abandonment, hunger and starvation, rebellion and he clings to a hope that there is room and a future worth living for. This man breathes hope and strength no matter the crisis and no matter the pain. At times he may seem sombre, preferring to isolate and find peace alone, feeling deeply as if he must atone for the deaths and lives lost either by his own hand or through his failings to save those he has cared for. 

Insert to the Terrorverse: 

Lady Jane and Sophia Cracroft shook him more than he should admit. James Ross believed that his dear friend Francis Crozier is, indeed, in dire straits. However, there seemed to be no way to convince the admiralty. Lady Jane, however, had old contacts from their time spent in the South Pacific. Captain Blackwater would be resupplying in London and James Ross commissioned him to venture out and find his friend and bring the crew back at any costs. He’d be willing to pay. And pay very very handsomely. But Erebus did not desire wealth nor recognition. Just freedom. To be unshackled from this deal with the admiralty so he could pursue other interests.

Erebus saw the desperation and honesty, the hope of Sir James Ross. He felt the weight of such an esteemed man coming to him of all folks almost begging. Almost ready to get on his knees. “I was told that if there was any man that can find Francis…” Sir James Ross’ voice had wavered, “It’d be you.”

—

The choice was made for him. A hundred crew. A hundred good folks. Folks with families and some with children. Some were married. Some it was not safe for them to be together unless it was upon The Revenge. It was a sick and twisted way to force his hand, certainly. But again, he knew it was a long time coming. The admiralty expected far more fight from him. He offered them none. How glorious it would have been if he came in snarling and teeth clenched, words and tongue aflame like the cursed man he was. It would have been everything that the British Admiralty would have hoped for. He knew that deep down they got their stones off and all tight up against their thighs when there was the scent of blood in the water. A collage of meagre and pitiful old men full of pretence and past tenses that they used as a cock pump to make themselves feel vigorous again since impotence certainly cradled their tight belts more than any woman or man probably did nowadays. 

A hundred good folks rested on his shoulders. Erebus was young, certainly. A fool? Never. Erebus knew better and was fully aware that the English had no intentions of keeping him. They took and they took and they took. They robbed and raped people for a pass-time. Even if not literally he knew the damages done to the good indigenous folks across the Oceans. From Haiti to New Zealand to Australia. From Dominica to Puerto Rico and every unfortunate islet in between. If it smelt nice and tasted nice then certainly it must belong to the British Empire. Who best to be the ruination of fine things in life than the English? They could not even respect their own neighbours. To them, too, they fucked the peoples raw and sapped them of any scrap of dignity upon which they may stand on proper legs. Oppression was the biscuits they ate with their pilfered tea. The idea of the British Empire being called a Monarchy was a sick and laughable joke. Erebus could only see these thieves and oppressors as Royal Kleptocracy at best.

He saw what had become of the villages and towns. Of the people that produced their teas and coffees and sugarcane. Of their rum and their rich fine goods. Of the hands that built their little empire on the slave labour of the native folks that were forced under the reddened leather of the English.

It was no surprise he was dragged before  the Admiralty and given the ultimatum of “Or the gallows.”

“And my crew?”

“We have plenty of rope. In fact. Your ship is well stocked.”

He had smiled then, a sheepish and shy thing as if someone had cast a flirtatious remark. His eyes were downcast and he nodded politely. The decision was made for him. For how long they would keep him in this bondage he did not know. He was not a fool. For as long as he was useful, and useful was a vague term (one that the Admiralty boldly threw at his feet), he was alive. More importantly the men and women aboard his ship were alive. Loves would blossom. Freedom of self and autonomy of their spirit was at stake. If it were such a simple matter of his own execution he would have gladly accepted it and allowed his throat to be branded by his own riggings and for his body to have gone cold. He would simply have gifted The Revenge to his Helmsman and her wife and they could make a life back at Sea. Marzia was an excellent Second aboard his ship and knew The Revenge and her crew as well as Erebus did. It would have been of no consequence.

But no… The Admiralty had to threaten the well being of the lives of the others. He was trapped. Bound to that cruelty he accepted the partisan deal. Enslaved to track down their missing “heroes” and important figures from hubris and the drag of the ocean. He knew his life was on borrowed time and it would be only a matter of that same borrowed time until they tired of his presence like a filthy hunting animal let into the pristine mansions of Lords and Sirs or he brokered his way out of his bondage.

[teddy-and-his-ocs]

stinky babies

[vanillahina]

OC-tober ✨ Day 9 - Major Character Flaw

Keeping to one's self is a big flaw. Wilbur and his siblings have trouble expressing how they feel, and that isn't good for them. </3

[cyani07]

something unholy

( happy halloween ! )

[flurriethefox]

❤️🧊🍀 for both Wilbur and phoenix!

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

Wilbur - There’s a lot of competition. He loves every memory from his classes (job related), since you know, he loves his job. Then there’s times with Shelby, then there’s the time he met Phoenix and Griffin (he’s practically adopted Phoenix at this point it’s crazy. Griffin’s kinda just there), then there’s—

It’s hard to pick.

Phoenix - The first day she’d spent with Griffin after he’d taken her in, he’d taken her to do whatever she wanted.

Which really meant they just stayed home and cuddled, but it was amazing, probably the happiest moment of her life. That she can remember, at least.

🧊- Is their current design the first one?

Technically? I redrew both of them, so they both look better than their original designs and were drawn and colored on different apps (one of which far better). I’ll post the finished product on @wilnix-qna, but I might still make a few edits.

But idk if a redraw counts. However, I know Wilbur’s design has changed; I changed some of the coloring, specifically on his fish-like features. And his frills on the sides of his head are actually attached to him now. You’ll know what I mean when you see it.

🍀 - What originally inspired your OC?

Phoenix - Honestly, I don’t remember. I made her design on Gacha Life 2 in the first place, cuz I wanted to make something cool. I know I wanted the wings for something, and though I can’t remember what, I do really like birds and mythical creatures. So it might’ve just been a subconscious feeling for a phoenix based character. Though I did go back and look to learn that I had claimed her to be a fallen angel, so maybe I was in that era at the time. But I don’t remember, so it’s a mystery.

Wilbur - You really wanna know? Are you sure?

Luca.

The movie got me into sea monster stuff, okay?

[wilnix-qna]

What are Wilbur and Phoenix's biggest flaws (personality wise)?

Phoenix is easy: she’s very anxious (typical bird behavior) and has a short fuse. Sometimes they clash or both are triggered at the same time, and things get a little out of hand. That’s how she ended up burning some stuff in a class room; she’d gotten angry at her project partner and had accidentally set a shit ton of paper on fire, which not only caused the fire alarm to go off, but also embarrassed her. A lot.

Wilbur isn’t very good at hiding some feelings. Despite being a very social person, he can’t mask anger and some other strong emotions like other people can. It’s very clear when he doesn’t like someone or something. It’s led to some issues. A good bit of issues.

You can usually tell which coworkers he dislikes because he becomes a lot colder toward them almost instantly. And that’s saying something, since he’s usually very bright and optimistic.