#Source: Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory

[nebulanightsky]

More Uncorrupted Nightmare and Lux

However this is just a bonus from my last post of uncorrupted nightmare doodles :'D

[sundove88]

Cookie Run Kingdom- Beast Yeast Incorrect Quotes- There’s No Earthly Way of Knowing

“Pure Vanilla”: There's no earthly way of knowing... which direction we are going... There's no knowing where we're rowing... or which way the river's flowing... Is it raining? Is it snowing? Is a hurricane a-blowing?

Gingerbrave: Uhhh… Pure Vanilla, are you ok?

Wizard: You don’t sound like yourself.

(He turns around creepily)

Strawberry: I don’t think that’s Pure Vanilla.

White Lily: *Nods*

Pure Vanilla?:...Not a speck of light is showing, so the danger must be growing... Are the fires of hell a-glowing? Is the grisly reaper mowing?

Silverbell: What the..?!

Pure Vanilla: I’d never act like that!

(His deranged facial expression begins to show fully)

Mercurial Knight: Look!!

Shadow “Vanilla”: YES! The danger must be growing, for the rowers... keep on rowing... And they're certainly not showing...

All: *Gasp*

(He reveals himself to be Shadow Milk)

Shadow Milk: ANY SIGNS... THAT THEY ARE SLOWING!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

All: *Scream In terror*

Sweet dreams!

[virtuouswhitehatorganization]

Sometimes There Are Things An Estranged Father/Daughter Agree On

[Green Rod and Dario watch as Anana Pina and Miss Heed argue with one another while on a mission with both of them.]

Green Rod: (about Miss Heed) Why doesn't she listen to Ms. Pina, Dad?

Dario Polo :(sighs as he buffs a smoke) Because, Paulina, she's a nitwit.

[incorrectlooneytunesquotes]

Plucky: What was that we just went through? Daffy: Hsawkcud. Shirley: Is that like Japanese? Daffy: No, that's Duckwash sthpelled backwards.

[ariel-seagull-wings]

Winston Zeddemore: I assume there is an accident indemnity clause?

Peter Venkman: Never between friends!

@inevitablemoment @bixiebeet @spengnitzed @professorlehnsherr-almashy

[aslightlydifferentchristmascarol]

Scrooge: Don't forget what happened to the people who got everything they always wanted. Cratchit kids: What happened? Scrooge: They lived happily ever after.

[daily-cborle]

Day 131 — CATCF :33

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[incorrect-catcf-quotes]

Wonka: You're a little absent-minded, kiddo.

Augustus: Nein, I am a LARGE, absent-minded kiddo!

[alicewhimzy]

Mr. Salt; Rule no. 2?

Wonka; What was rule no. 2?

Mr. Salt; Don't hurt anybody. It's a big one.

Wonka; Then why isn't it rule no. 1?

[neonartistycauseidk]

Look who made a WWATCF as vines video———me!

The sheer lack of WWATCF or CATCF as vines videos is criminal…so, I decided to make one of my own!

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(I also used two of the scrapped characters from the book, Miranda and Marvin, and two of the characters who are only in the Jr., musical version of Willy Wonka, James and Matilda)

[clowneryblog]

I thought that Alice in wonderland was what sparked my absolute hatred for Tim Burton until I remembered when I was 8 and I would throw a fit anytime anyone would choose to play the 2005 charlie and the chocolate factory over the 1971 Willy Wonka and the chocolate factory

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: Fictional Characters

The concept of a protagonist comes from Ancient Greek drama, where the term originally meant, “the player of the first part or the chief actor.”

In film today, the protagonist is the character who drives the plot, pursues the main goal of the story, and usually changes or grows over the course of the film.

A protagonist enters the film with a goal and by the end of the film, they either achieved that goal or did not.

The protagonist’s character arch is defined by the pursuit of that goal.

Classic examples of protagonists from film are:

Luke Skywalker, a young moisture farmer who learns to harness his Jedi mind powers.

Cher Horowitz, a clueless valley girl who learns to appreciate the people in her life.

Types of Protagonists

A hero is someone we can all relate to, and his downfall will fill us with pity and fear. The hero is the “good guy”—the type of virtuous protagonist the audience roots for and wants to succeed.

An anti-hero is an unlikely protagonist who does not necessarily have virtuous or villainous qualities but who is able to behave heroically if the opportunity arises.

The villain protagonist is the villain, an undeniable “bad guy,” is also driving the plot as the central character.

Difference Between a Hero and a Protagonist

The hero and the protagonist are often confused, but in fact a hero is a type of protagonist.

All stories must have a protagonist, but not all stories need a hero.

Main Character

Apart from protagonists, films can also have a main character.

The main character is a central character who acts as the audience surrogate—we experience the story through their eyes.

The main character is involved in the story, interacts with the secondary characters, and is personally impacted by the plot’s main conflict.

The main character and the protagonist are often, but not always the same character.

Difference Between a Protagonist and a Main Character

The main character (sometimes called “principal character”) and the protagonist are both two central characters.

But the protagonist drives the plot forward while the main character is impacted by the plot.

Ways a Separate Main Character & Protagonist Move Your Plot

Some reasons to separate the main character and protagonist in your story.

Unrelatable Protagonist: If the audience is not able to relate to the protagonist, the main character can be a more relatable entry-point to the story. In Tim Burton’s adaption of Charlie and the Chocolate factory, Willy Wonka is the protagonist and drives the plot, but he is also misanthropic and too kooky to be relatable for the audience. Charlie, the main character, acts as the audience surrogate.

Point of View. A main character can act as a plot device to reveal greater truths about your protagonist. In The Great Gatsby, for example, we are able to see the protagonist, Jay Gatsby, as a flawed and dishonest man more clearly through the eyes of the main character, Nick Carraway.

Added irony. A separate main character creates irony or a juxtaposition. Atticus—an adult lawyer—is the protagonist of To Kill a Mockingbird, a story about a rape trial with grown-up themes. The story, however, is told through the eyes of the main character, Scout, Atticus’s young daughter. Scout’s innocence reveals the flawed moral values of society and the adults around her.

The Narrator: Main Character or Protagonist?

A narrator is a character who tells the story, in their own voice.

The narrator does not have to meet any of the qualifications to be either a protagonist or the main character, and a film does not have to include a narrator.

In The Princess Bride, the grandfather mainly acts as the narrator and is used as a framing device to tell the story of a poor farmhand to his reluctant grandson.

But the narrator can be the main character, as in the Great Gatsby example. Nick Carraway is the main character and the narrator, but he is not the protagonist.

Source ⚜ More: References ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs

[incorrectlooneytunesquotes]

Tweety: It's perfect. Mrs. Hawk: It's unbelievable. Granny: It's a miracle! Henery Hawk: It's a TV chicken dinner. Wile E.: It's Wile-Vision. Granny: It could change the world.

[sketches4mysw33theart]

Whisky Kisses and Chocolate Dreams 

Synopsis: You are trying to enjoy a quiet night to yourself when a certain Mr Willy Wonka stumbles home from a night out ‘testing chocolate ingredients.’  

Word Count: 1.4k 

Warnings: Google Translated phrases (please let me know if these are wrong!)  

(I’m lowkey annoyed that Wonka didn’t speak other languages in the movie, because of course Gene Wilder did and it would make sense for young Wonka to as well considering he’s just come back from his travels, so you better believe I’m sticking it in here)  

Beyond the happily ever after, the takedown of the fearsome cartel, the rearrangement of the corrupt police force, the arrest of the despicable wash house owners, Noodle’s family reunion, and the return home of the scrubbers, there was you and Willy. Through everything.  

You accidentally stumbled across him on the first day he attempted to sell his chocolate in the Galleries Gourmet and, as his chocolate plan grew, continued to bump into him in the most unexpected of places. From the moment your eyes met, and a sweet smile rose on his face, the smile he glowed with as he watched the chocolate cartel fly away, sent Noodle home to her mother, toured the ruins of the castle that would become his cosmic axis, you and Willy were thick as thieves.  

Since then, Willy had been busy building his mini-empire, including his refurbished shop in the Galleries Gourmet (which had quickly become one of the most popular retailers in the city) and the opening of his brand-new factory, but never busy enough to neglect you. Because he took you with him, into his factory, into his living quarters, initially as Chief Operations Officer, regular taste tester, roommate and partner in crime, and eventually into the most freeing relationship you had ever had the pleasure of stumbling into.   

Willy’s friends visited, of course, and very often, especially Noodle. However, it was Miss Benz who Willy was out with one night when you were allowing yourself time to relax with a cup of hot chocolate and the latest funny papers.   

It was late, but not too late, and you were sat in the armchair in your bedroom. It had been your idea to keep separate bedrooms even after your relationship with the chocolatier had blossomed, tentatively suggested over an early breakfast, but Willy was eager to nod and agree. He worked a very strange schedule, sometimes sleeping in late and others bursting awake at the first sign of dawn, and often not slipping back between the sheets until the world was shadowed in darkness. Despite this, when your schedules matched up, neither would oppose the other sneaking into their room at night. 

In your room that night, the fire was roaring in the hearth, battling the oncoming autumn chill, and you were enjoying the stillness of the end of a busy day. Willy had gone out early afternoon, and you glanced towards the clock languidly, not particularly worried. Willy may have been prone to getting himself into tight spots, but you had no doubt that Miss Benz would stand for none of it.  

Still, you did wonder where they may be. It wasn’t unusual for Willy to disappear for hours and then show back up as though it had only been a few minutes, babbling about a new idea or the source of a new inspiration. But these were usually solitary adventures – he enjoyed devoting all his time to his friends when they were in town.   

Before your twinge of worry could teeter and threaten to overspill into a pool of anxiety, you heard the distinct sound of the front door clicking shut below. He was always extra quiet when coming home after dark. He never wanted to wake you.  

Not that this seemed particularly important to him on this night. Because, not ten seconds after the front door shut, there was a mighty bang like metal hitting wood, some unintelligible mumbled words, heavy footsteps, and finally a soft knock on your door.   

Before you could respond, your door flew open, and in flashes of purple and brown, a familiar body stumbled into your room, exclaiming your name. You were faced with Mr Willy Wonka, swaying slightly on his feet with his arms wide open. “Hello, my love!”   

He looked dishevelled, his coat crinkled, hair a mess beneath his slightly dented top hat and shirt tails hanging out over his trousers. Heaven only knew what had happened to his waistcoat.   

You watched him with your eyebrows raised as he took off his hat, patted down his curls, and turned on his heels around your room.   

“Hm, where did the coat rack go?” He mumbled to himself. You did not have a coat rack. He looked at you, biting down on your lip to stop from laughing at the state of him, and a dawn of realisation rose on his face. “Oh well, I suppose this will do.”  

He stumbled over to you and placed the hat, at an angle, on your head, adjusted it slightly, and then patted the top with a smile. Once he was satisfied, he turned and fell unceremoniously face down on your bed. That laughing smile grew unrestrained on your face as you plucked the hat from your head and put it carefully on the table beside you. “Willy?” You questioned, and he looked over at you with glazed-over eyes and a dopey grin.   

“Mmm?”  

“What are you doing?”  

“Having a lie-down.”  

“This is my room,” you said, humorously.   

“Then why are you sitting there like a goose?” He rolled over onto his back so he could look at you properly as he patted the empty side of the bed.  

You were quick to cast the paper you were engrossed in only a second ago to the side and slink into his open arms. But, getting up close to him allowed you a sudden realisation before you could settle down.  

“Willy, have... have you been drinking?!” You asked, unable to hold back your laugh as you noticed the scent of alcohol tingling your nostrils, the dreamy mist of his eyes, the twitching of his fingers.   

“No,” he responded quickly, defensively. “Miss Benz and I have been testing chocolate ingredients.”  

“Oh, and what were these ingredients?”  

He opened his mouth, then hesitated before replying, looking beyond you in thought. “Well, we started with rum for these incredible bottle-shaped Rum Babas I want to experiment with, there was quite a bit of that to taste, then we tried some liqueurs, lots of flavours, the cherry tasted just divine, a glass or two of champagne for truffles, and then we sampled some whisky for fudge. And then, I... well, then I was here. Come closer, I missed you.”  

He held you tightly, pulling you into his sweat-sheened skin until your nose brushed against the tautness of his neck. With this closeness, Willy took the opportunity to press a dozen soft, quick kisses to random planes of skin on your face, across your nose and cheeks and forehead and hurriedly closed eyelids. You could smell the overwhelming scent of whisky lingering on his breath as his lips stumbled across your face, but he pressed them to your own before you could comment.  

His kiss tasted interesting, a cocktail of numerous alcohols and, of course, chocolate, but his lips were as soft and gentle as they always were. You hoped that would never change.   

“Oh, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N,” he started mumbling as he pulled away, staring at you with wild eyes. “Mon amour, amore mio, meu amor, qīn’ài de, meine geleite – hm, wait, that’s not right. Meine.... Ah, meine geliebte.” Although the numerous ways of breathing a new lease of life into the sweet name he had for you tickled you pink, giggles bubbled up in your throat and tumbled from your lips as unrestrained as the whisky flowing on your lover's breath. He looked at you with a bemused expression that was hurriedly offset by a beaming smile. “Why are you laughing?! I’m expressing my love!”  

You didn’t bother to even try and stop the laughs escaping your body, but you did fight through them to make your excuses. “I know, I know, but... nevermind.” You dragged the heel of your hand over one of your eyes before looking at him earnestly, genuinely. “I love you.”  

He glowed at your words, lit up and grinning like a child at the foot of a Christmas tree. “I love you too,” he returned the sentiment with quiet vigour, stroking two trembling fingers against the protruding bone of your cheek.  

However, the moment was somewhat spoiled by the obnoxious yawn he released, barely covered by the hand that wasn’t touching your skin.  

“Come on,” you said, nudging him slightly until you could peel up your coverlet, “let’s go to bed.” He was eager to fall under the covers and pulled you closer instantly, so the bedspread fluttered down around you of its own accord.  

Held tight in his arms, you felt the softness of Willy’s lips whisper at your hairline, an everlasting goodnight kiss. Before you could press a kiss to his neck in return, he was already beginning to snore.   

[chogahofa4529]

when willy wonka & the chocolate factory was released, it was criticized for being different from the original source and people hated it

when charlie & the chocolate factory was released, people called it "unnecessary" and hated it and suddenly started liking willy wonka

when wonka was released, people said it "didn't work" and hated it and suddenly started liking charlie

the circle of life.

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Day 189 + 190 — CATCF

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