Keep Moving Forward

Hey there, nice to meet you, how's it going? The name's Wilbur Robinson. - Yep, that's right, Son of Cornelius Robinson, the father of the future. - Also my best friend. It's a long story, but I basically met my dad when he was 12, and together, we helped him start the beginning of his brighter future. Wilbur Robinson || 18 || Blue

[miss--margo]

"So death, destruction and mayhem..."

She sat in one of the living rooms, the large brown fuzz of a cat on her lap. Fozzie purred contently, unaware of the dangers that apparently were around every corner in this place. Margo meanwhile sipped at her coffee and tried to keep her nerves from bouncing off every wall.

For all intents and purposes, her being here (wherever here was) made no sense at all and yet here she was. And here other people were! Her thoughts drifted in silence to Agnes and Edith.

She looked up in surprise as the door suddenly swung open and let out a short gasp. “Sorry, you, uh…you scared me.”

[wilbur-ofthe-tctf]

He was about to push open the door anyway, but when he heard her speak, he considered that, before he swung it open anyway, smiling cheerfully. "Nope, I think you got it all covered!" He paused. "Oh, don't forget agonizing pain. That usually comes into play too."

He offered her a small grin, still cheerful despite everything. "Hello again! It's me, figment of your imagination guy." He paused. "AKA Wilbur."

"Didn't mean to scare you, kinda just.. happens sometimes!" 

[jcmiebennett]

"What do you think? Think it's warm enough to go for a fly?"

[jcmiebennett]

"A dino.. Like.. an ACTUAL dinosaur?" Jamie’s eyes widened. "Seriously? That.. That’s amazing!" He laughed and leaned forward a little bit. "What kind of Dinosaur? Wait - it tried to eat you because it was being controlled by some guy in a bowler hat??" Jamie’s eyes were wide with rapt attention now.

"It SOUNDS crazy!" 

[wilbur-ofthe-tctf]

"Yep, an actual Dinosaur! A t-rex, to be exact." Wilbur grinned. "Definitely a unique pet." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah.. it's a long story, but basically, this bowler hat guy stole a time machine that my dad made because he wanted to ruin my dad's future for some reason, so he went into the past to try and ruin everything. So, I followed him, accidentally ended up bringing my past dad to the future and got stuck there after our time machine got wrecked.."

He winced. "So Bowler Hat Guy came back to try and get my younger dad - or Lewis as I called him, who didn't actually know he was my dad by the way..to get him to show him how one of his inventions worked, so that bowler hat guy could take credit for his invention and change the future." 

[frogbandmaestro-archive-blog]

halloween frannie and lil’wil by chalicity

[timecop-from-the-future]

[jcmiebennett]

"What do you think? Think it's warm enough to go for a fly?"

[jcmiebennett]

Jamie glanced at Wilbur in surprise as he spoke, before he grinned and pet Byron, who ruffled his feathers, preening slightly at the attention being delivered to him.

"Isn’t he though?" He grinned. "He’s from home.. My sister and I found him in a goblin nest in the forest and brought him home.. we tended to him, looked after him.. and he’s stuck around with us ever since then." 

[wilbur-ofthe-tctf]

"Dude, you rescued a Griffon?" Wilbur grinned, shaking his head, amused. "That's beyond awesome. I mean, my family has a pet dino, but he was brought from the past by a crazy guy in a bowler hat who wanted to destroy my dad's future, so he tried to kidnap a younger version of my dad with the dino by using mind control on it, and it almost ate me.."

"I mean, that was crazy. Tiny's a big softie, though." 

[jcmiebennett]

"What do you think? Think it's warm enough to go for a fly?"

He’s watching the thawing winter with a grin, already in cooler clothes, and Byron is next to him, shaking out his feathers, giving a light shriek of agreement. Jamie laughed, and jumped up slightly, already full of energy.

"Great! Let’s do it!" 

[wilbur-ofthe-tctf]

"Holy hamburgers! Dude - that's a Griffon! That.. that is AWESOME!" Wilbur suddenly threw his arms out slightly, a big grin upon his face. It wasn't every day you saw a griffon.

Okay, granted he had a T-Rex, but still.

It was awesome.

[ofsolarboardsandtreasuremaps]

*The sun was setting over the Benbow Inn.*

[ofsolarboardsandtreasuremaps]

Jim almost laughed. Robinsons stick together? Someone should have told his father that. But at least his mother had held up her end of things. Not like she had a choice, though. Often times, Jim thought Sarah would be better without him - without having to deal with him; having to bail him out of trouble all the time - he was a weight on her mind and her money. Still, he was doing all he could. He tried to help. The bruise around his eye was proof of that. Not that his mother would ever know he’d been fighting for money.

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, sure." He finally spit out a response, nodding his head as he forced a smile. His brows do manage to quirk a bit in amusement though that someone who was related to his mother, who was so strict and had rules on a list in their kitchen, could be such a trouble-maker, like himself. "No shit, huh? Time traveling leads to a bunch of fucking trouble in the future though, dude. So enjoy it while you can. There’s a war coming." He tried to keep his tone light, but the truth was Jim knew all too well that the history books he knew didn’t hold stories that end without bloodshed. It was a long time before The Earth finally couldn’t take it anymore - and that’s when people had first been sent out into space. Unfortunately, no one bothered to tell those suckers that they were never going back home because Earth was uninhabitable.  It chilled Jim to think about what it must have been like to live in that time, unknowing of all the damage you’d caused? Worse still, to be the generation that returned, left with nothing more than one little speck of life on the whole planet? Human beings certainly were a greedy and poisonous disease. Consuming everything in their path until they’ve sucked it dry. After that, humanity spread out among the cosmos, and eventually there ended up Sarah and Leland on their little tourist planet of Montressor. A lovely little globe full of the perfect combinations needed to inhabit all sorts of alien species in harmony.  Realizing he’d zoned out a bit, Jim forced himself to focus once more. Had he asked him something? “What do I know about the family line?” The brunette squinted and shook his arm out and up to scratch at the back of his head. “Uh… well… I mean, what do ya wanna know? You got the good part of it. After your Dad there were a whole bunch of inventors and then soldiers and doctors and musicians or whatever. I dunno. I couldn’t absorb that much information about, like, centuries of people. I only cared about the noticeable ones anyways.”

[wilbur-ofthe-tctf]

"I kind of expected that." Wilbur said lightly. "I mean, given where we are, I think the war starts here, anyway." He let out a loud dramatic sigh. "Well, at least I totally passed history before I got involved in a war. The only subject I never flunked." It was true enough. History was pretty much his forte. Stealing the time machine for joyrides was worth it really, seeing his parents proud faces when they spoke to his history teacher.

He did want to make them proud - he just.. he wasn't very good at it, really.

"Nothing specific, really. Just wondering how much you did actually know." Wilbur said with a shrug of his shoulders. "Man, I wish you could meet them - my Robinson family. I mean, there's grandma and grandpa, Mom and dad, great uncle Fritz and Joe, Aunt Billie, Aunt Petunia, Cousins Lazlo and Tallulah. Uncle Art and Uncle Gaston, Uncle Spike and Dimitri, Lefty, Carl, and Me! And that's just in one house!"

He grinned slightly, shrugging his shoulders. "We love getting new family members! I think you'd like them. I mean, they're a little eccentric, but actually they're a really great and awesome family. Totally supportive. No matter how many times I screw up, which is.. you know.. a lot.. they're always there supportin' me! Keep Movin' Forward! That's the Robinson Motto, after all." 

[pridelander-kopa-deactivated201]

He sighed a little, wondering what the hell he had gotten himself into, before following after Wilbur, keeping pace with him with relative ease, thankful that he had stayed in shape after everything that had happened.

"Safe-ish? So there’s nowhere safe around here? No one’s bothered to put together a safe house or something?”

[wilbur-ofthe-tctf]

"In all honestly, usually, when a challenge starts, it doesn't keep us in the castle.. it takes us away from the castle to a completely new place. The castle is usually our place to rest and relax, so no. Plus, this place is really tricky. We find a safe house.. they'll probably just teleport a monster into the room with us. It's how it usually goes down."

Wilbur shook his head slightly. "We have weapon rooms, so, if there's any safe place, it's there. At least you can defend yourself, you know?"

[wilbur-ofthe-tctf]

*He'd fallen asleep over three of the chairs in the lobby. He hadn't meant to, it just happened*

[allmadwearehere]

Yes. Jealous. Looking so surprised by it just makes you seem thick. I haven’t exactly been secretive about how much I like you. *She’d blushed faintly while saying that, but recovered by the time she continues on to tease* Only nothing to be jealous of because you’re stuck here, separated from the bevy of heartbroken girls you left in your wake back home.

That’s good to hear. It makes it worth it.

*simply* Because I won’t let anyone else die. *sighs* Not much concretely formulated yet, but wars, especially supernatural ones, aren’t usually won without blood sacrifice. *She  raises a hand to Wilbur’s face, stroking her thumb over his cheekbone and offering him another sad, twisted attempt at smile as she tells him, trying again to sound teasing, havng lost all connection to appropriate humor* Think back on your history, Wil. 

[wilbur-ofthe-tctf]

    ☝↳ "I just.. kind of thought you were teasing me." Wilbur admitted, but the blush he catches sight of only confirms him that it was real - and he smiles, sticking his hands into his pockets. "They were never really broken-hearted. All they cared about was the money. You get a lot of attention when your dad is the founder of a new world. Not denying the attention was nice - but I never knew them - not really.. and they never cared about knowing me." 

He listens to her, silent, but he's already thinking of a thousand arguments to throw back at her. She touches his cheek, and his hand moves up to cover hers, fingers lightly brushing over her knuckles, and he furrows his eyebrows at her.

"I won't let you." 

[ofsolarboardsandtreasuremaps]

*The sun was setting over the Benbow Inn.*

[ofsolarboardsandtreasuremaps]

Jim’s brows shot up at that. Well, what a surprise. He wasn’t the only genius in the room, for once. That was nice. Refreshing, actually. He smiled, slow and easy, before something clicked. His face fell. “Wait, what? Did you say your Dad invented the time machine?” That description certainly matched the inventor’s, Will Robinson. But that wasn’t right because…

Well, he was a Robinson. Or at least, his mother had been. Sarah’s maiden name before she’d met Leland had been Robinson. They’d come from a long, long line of inventors. For generations, the Robinsons had been brilliant academics until somewhere along the line, someone finally said “Fuck it,” to the norm and decided to be a musician, or something like that. Jim couldn’t recall, but he new he was the first thing close to an inventor to happen in his bloodline in ages. “Holy shit,” he laughed, unsure how to feel at the revelation. “You’re like, my great great great to the fucking infinity fucking grandfather, dude. Robinson, right? Holy shit. Fuck.” Something in his stomach swirled, and he swallowed thickly as he fought the wave of nausea that overcame him. He had only had one family member betray him so far, and it wasn’t even on the Robinson side, but… still. Any sort of ‘father’ to him was a difficult concept to wrap his head around. “Uh… Yeah. Yeah, I guess. But I mean, in an alternate timeline. Crazy, isn’t it?” He fought to sound nonchalant though his pulse had begun to race a bit. He felt like he was going to be sick. "Yeah, me too."

[wilbur-ofthe-tctf]

    ☝↳Wilbur has to do a double-take when Jim reveals that he's a member of the family - just.. very, very distant, and he blinks several times, before his mouth falls open in shock and understanding.

"You're a ROBINSON?" He's grinning then, and he darts forward, grabbing Jim by the shoulders in an enthusiastic manner. "That's great! I mean, granted it's hundreds of years in the future, but there's one thing I know.. well two. Number one. Wilbur Robinson never fails, and two, Robinson's stick together no-matter what!"

Suddenly he paused. "Oh that means I'm going to be a dad someday. WOW culture shock. I'm getting goosebumps! Never really thought about that until now. It's funny, I hijack my dad's time machine all the time to go on unsupervised history trips to the past but I've never considered going to the future." He lets go of Jim and starts to pace, tapping his chin thoughtfully.

"So you're a Robinson.. What do you know about the family line?" He looked up at Jim then, blinking. 

[wilbur-ofthe-tctf]

Blazaahahasha!

[ariel-the-rebellious]

Lottie froze in place instantly, eyes going wide with fear. She didn’t know what “it” was, but the air behind her felt colder, somehow. She started to turn, wincing, to get a look at just what Wilbur was talking about, but his shouted directions caused her to stop. She took a hesitant step forward, and then another, and another, until after a moment she couldn’t stand it anymore. She ran, quickly, towards him, heels clicking and slipping on the ice. "Why did I have ta wear my good shoes?!"

[wilbur-ofthe-tctf]

    ☝↳ Wilbur was watching her carefully, eyes darting between her and the snow golem repeatedly. When she starts running, the golem snaps, and lets out a loud roar, and Wilbur grimaces, before he grabs Charlotte's hand, and begins to run, pulling her along with him.

"Never mind the shoes! Just keep running! He's really ticked off now!" 

[wilbur-ofthe-tctf]

Blazaahahasha!

[miss--margo]

"And so humble," she added, smirking slightly. For whatever reason he amused her though Margo only took that as her brain folding in on itself and delving into complete insanity with no foreseeable turn around. "I’m, uh, I’m meant to believe in—in teleportation to unknown locations but not the fact that this might all be in my head? You wanna explain that one to me, smart-guy?”

"You’re serious, aren’t you? At least y-you believe you’re serious…” She frowned, bringing a hand up to rub across her face. “Wait…did you say Disney Reality? That freaky show that was on at like three in the morning?”

[wilbur-ofthe-tctf]

    ☝↳ Wilbur lets out a long, tired sigh. "It's always easier when they're from the future and not the past! Teleportation is so much easier to believe when it's part of your every day life." He rubs his chin. "Well, I can't prove it to you." He reached out, and pinched her arm, fairly hard. "You felt that, right? Pain here is real. You could pinch me - and I'd feel that. That's proof enough that it's not a dream, or that you've lost it."

"Because the brain can tell the difference, so I've heard. Science isn't my strongest subject, but my dad's a genius." He looked at her, and nodded his head. "Serious as the plague! Or one of those other old-timey diseases."

"Oh you've heard of it, good - that makes things a little easier. Yup. DR. It was cancelled right? No-one ever found out what happened to the competitors. Because they never left."

[wilbur-ofthe-tctf]

Blazaahahasha!

[miss--margo]

She holds her hands up in a surrendering gesture when he spins around on her, defending himself. “Right, okay, not…not crazy…though since you’re in my head, I think it might be for me to decide…” she mumbles that last bit, not interested in knowing what an argument with herself would do for her clearly lessening sanity.

"Wolves…?" She almost wants to ask him to elaborate but she shakes her head and goes on. "Well, uh, Wilbur, I’m Margo and—and I’m pretty sure I’m suffering a psychotic break with full auditory and physical hallucinations, including yourself, so if you could just point me in the quickest way out of my fracturing psyche, that’d be swell.”

[wilbur-ofthe-tctf]

    ☝↳ "I'm not in your head - hah, as if you could imagine up someone as flawlessly handsome and intelligent as me!" Wilbur shakes his head. "No sir-ee, I'm the real deal. One-hundred and fifty percent real and existing. This is Disney Reality - real place - location sort of.. unknown." 

He shrugged a little helplessly at that. "Well, Margo; sorry but you're stuck here. Annnnd those auditory and physical hallucinations of giant snow golems and wolves will really actually kill you if you get too close, so best to keep your distance." 

[pridelander-kopa-deactivated201]

He couldn’t help but sigh. Had he known he would get the chance to go somewhere that wasn’t Africa, he wouldn’t have picked a place where he’d have to run from monsters and deal with things he couldn’t quite wrap his mind around because he didn’t even really believe that some of this stuff was possible.

"More running, more fighting. Great."

In a weird way, he sort of meant it. At least there was something familiar to do here.

[wilbur-ofthe-tctf]

    ☝↳ "And speaking of that running, we should probably be doing that now; Because you can't stop these things, you can only.. slow them down - unless you've got a blow-torch.. a blow torch would be REALLY handy right about now!" Wilbur admitted, bouncing lightly on the spot, before he glanced around, and began to move quickly.

"I know a safe-ish area, come on!" 

[wilbur-ofthe-tctf]

Blazaahahasha!

[similie]

Wolves? You mean, like, more than one wolf? *Her eyes widen, and she squeezes his hand slightly, quickly following to the side and very closely behind. Agnes herself hadn’t heard anything, but she had no reason to discredit Wilbur’s statement. At first, she had trouble keeping up with his grace on the ice. But she heard a faint howl, stiffened, and concentrated.

Skating was like dance, she decided. You needed power, agility, fluidity… She couldn’t believed she hadn’t realized that before. Once she was focused on skating instead of staying warm or staying alive or staying up, it was just like Agnes had been skating her entire life. Forgetting the immediate danger, the smile she got when she danced flashed onto her face, and she felt alive.*

*breathlessly and with a touch of concern, although she retains the smile* How much farther, do you think, until we’ve lost them?

[wilbur-ofthe-tctf]

    ☝↳ "As in the plural of wolf, yes. More than one." Wilbur replied immediately. "They travel in packs, after all!" He noted that she struggled a little at first on the ice, but was soon able to catch up to him, keeping her balance well, and he let out a thoughtful hum at her question.

He gripped the handle of a door to stop them both, tugged it open, and practically dragged her inside.

"Okay - we're good - for now, at least." 

[wilbur-ofthe-tctf]

Headcanon 001 ||

Wilbur's best class is History. It's the only class in school where he actually got straight A's. Of course, no-one besides Carl knows that the reason for that is that he hijacks the time machine for random trips to the past in order to help him with his homework. 

[wilbur-ofthe-tctf]

Blazaahahasha!

[similie]

Wha-? *She clapped a hand over her own mouth and watched as Wilbur flew over to the wall. Attempting to mimic his movements, she ended up losing traction and landing on the ground - hard. Agnes grimaced and pushed herself over to the wall with her hands. She pulled herself up again when Wilbur stopped at the corner, and leaned close to his ear.*

*whispers* What’d you hear?

[wilbur-ofthe-tctf]

    ☝↳ He winces as she falls, but she manages to get herself up, so he peeks around the corner again, and then grimaces at what he sees, before he turns again, and looks at her.

"Wolves," He explained, before he grabbed her hand, and began to move, sliding easily on the ice. He doesn't seem to have a problem - which is probably because he's practically an ace at the hamster-ball game at his home, which was ten times harder than walking on ice.

           "We gotta get out of here."