#charlie and the chocolate factory broadway

[real-odark]

who has two thumbs and just found their old playbill from charlie and the chocolate factory just to realize they saw christian borle on broadway and didnt realize it. this guy.

[clevernerdwinner]

An art trade I did w @whizzer-wins !! Super fun to draw this hope to trade w you again in the near future 🩵🩵🩵

[unfilteredaj]

Some different versions of Willy Wonka as described by me:

Gene Wilder (The Candyman): (OG Movie)

• Peepaw’s just a little unhinged, babes.

•Currently singing Sea Shanties at the top of his lungs. <3

• Perfectionist

• “Blondes have more fun. ^^” *murders a small child by chocolate river*

• Says ‘fuck’ on a regular basis.

•Autistic

•Will fully talk shit but no one calls him out on account of the Autism.

Johnny Depp: (The Recluse): (Tim Burton Remake)

•Has THE hot gossip.

• <3 Daddy Issues <3

•Anti-Social cause these bitches are WACK.

•Does not know how to interact with other people.

• Germaphobe.

•Sunglasses inside because he can’t even LOOK at these hoes-

• Also Autistic

Christian Borle: (Broadway Version)

• A Homosexual.

• Delusional and Musical

• Old Theater Gay

•Talks mad shit but cutely.

• Will Sic his army of tiny chocolate mixing assassins on you and Blame Them for your death.

• smokes a shit ton of Weed. He is currently high out of his fucking MIND and GETTING WORK DONE.

•If anyone even LOOKS at Charlie wrong they will die.

• Autism AND Adhd

Timothee Chalamet: (The Eldrich candy Elemental is Babey?)

•Mama issues.

• Oh no the sickly little victorian boy is actually an oblivious Magic user who can literally create things from sheer imagination alone.

• The POSTER CHILD for undiagnosed Autism.

• Literally warps reality to get what he wants

• “I won’t let this sign stop me because I CAN’T READ.” Energy

• Is unaware of the immense power he possesses. His vibes are just THAT immaculate.

•Fuchsia is his favorite color.

• his candy is technically drugs. Its… ITS DRUGS.

• Is very sweet and nice and oblivious but has a deep underlying unsettling element about him. I fully believe this man could destroy the city with a chocolate Tsunami if he felt so inclined.

• will say the most UNHINGED shit and no one bats an eye because he’s pretty.

•Go little autism creecher GO!

[emilythezeldafan]

something something

the way Veruca Salt's fate in the Broadway musical is so grim even Willy Wonka (who is always pretty chill about it in all the other versions) looks freaked out (the one where the squirrels rip her apart)

[badteavee]

All the stars and Mr. Wonka

Tws / Cws : Mention of dead fathers but nothing big

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 761

Paring: Willy Wonka and Charlie Bucket

Summary: Charlie and Wonka stargaze on top of the factory

:: Original Ao3 link ::

Charlie didn’t typically have trouble falling asleep at night , not since he moved into the factory and got a proper bed but tonight he just couldn’t seem to get to sleep for more than a minute or two.

After the third time of this happening , he’d given up on sleep , giving himself a few minutes to wake up a bit more before pushing himself out of bed. He slowly made his way to the door , grabbing his small flashlight and putting on the first coat he felt , which happened to be his Wonka coat , and slipped into the hallway.

Charlie , unlike most of the others staying in the factory , didn’t sleep in the extra storage rooms or even the wing of bedrooms. He was on the top floor with the rest of his family , which meant he’d have to be extra quiet when leaving. He always was , he hated disturbing his family’s rest. So he tiptoed his way through the living space and to the elevator , pressing the button for the roof. It was a newer button seeing as the other children breaking through the factory roof.

The elevator was quite fast , especially since he was already on the top floor , he was up there in under thirty seconds. He could see the clear night sky through the glass , it was beautiful , it reminded him of the night he first got the factory.

He stepped out of the elevator once its doors opened and turned on his light , heading for the little clear spot he usually sat at. Getting closer , he could see someone else already sat there.

“Mr. Wonka ?”

Wonka looked back at Charlie and smiled , waving the kid over. Charlie took notice he was in his chocolate shopkeeper jacket and glasses as he sat. No hat either.

“You stole my style , kid.”

Charlie looked down at his jacket , he didn’t even realize which jacket he grabbed , he smiled. “Looks like you stole mine.”

Wonka examined him own outfit , chuckled and nodded. They really did seem to have swapped styles this night but both were comfortable with that. They were warm. Wonka looked over at Charlie , suddenly realizing what time it was.

“Shouldn’t you be in bed ?”

Charlie was silent for a moment , like he almost didn’t want to admit he was having trouble. “I couldn’t sleep.”

Wonka looked back at the sky , Charlie following his lead. “Neither could I.” Charlie knew that Wonka would invent or at the very least draw when he couldn’t sleep but he saw no notebook in sight. He guesses the stars were a substitute. A good one , at least.

Wonka spoke up again. “Aren’t the cloud just wonderful tonight ? Not a star in sight.” He gave up trying to correct his mix matched sentences a while ago.

“It’s beautiful , Mr. Wonka.” And Charlie always managed to know what he meant anyway.

A cold wind blew through the air moments later , the two shivered lightly. Wonka took a beanie from his jacket and pulled it on. Charlie looked over at him and for a second , Wonka looked just like his father. From what he remembered about him..

Charlie’s stare caught Wonka’s eye. “What’s the matter , kid ? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Maybe he did , maybe his exhaustion was just getting to him. He didn’t reply , looking back out to the stars.

Wonka shrugged and scanned over the stars , searching for a particular one and pointing at it to catch the kid’s attention. “Isn’t that one Mars ?”

Charlie followed where he was pointing and nodded , an overwhelming feeling of nostalgia washed over him as he pointed to a star not that far from Mars. “And that one’s Saturn. They’re always close this point of the year.”

Wonka knew that. “Really ? I didn’t even realize.” But seeing Charlie’s eyes light up at a chance to talk about something so dear to him was better than being a know-it-all.

Occasionally , Wonka would point to a star or constellation and call it the wrong or an old name , allowing Charlie to correct him and go on about how they were named and such. He occasionally saw the kid start shaking his hands when talking about a star he knew a ton about.

After a while of the two talking and long after the moon passed them over head , Wonka felt a small weight against his shoulder , turning to find an asleep Charlie leaned against him. He let out a small chuckle and wrapped his arm around the kid , keeping him close as he watched the sun rise.

[shamelessly-obsessed]

Cborle universsssseeeee

I’m pretty excited about this one, doing different poses with characters interacting is a bit outside of my comfort zone but I didn’t have too much trouble

(I’ll be doing one of these for Andrew Rannells toooo)

[rolex-kaard]

yeah ....

[magicalmistofellees]

going FERAL.

[lestatslestits]

MILF (Media I’d Like to Fix)

[tea-with-cinnamontoast]

Christian Borle as Willy Wonka | Charlie and the Chocolate Factory: The New Musical

[pastacurls]

Hey guys unexpected catcf posting on main but wouldn’t it be so silly if Mike and Charlie had a dynamic along the lines of “depressed character finally finding happiness in their life thanks to the other x the other who’s slowly losing their spark along the way” hahaha LMAOO

[mikeyark]

I have nothing else, have a doodle

[clevernerdwinner]

WilLy WoNkA

Another Wonka drawing I did while I was bored in school lol

[unfilteredaj]

Ok but I don’t see anyone talking about how Timothee’s Wonka also had a LOT of influence from Christian Borle’s version from the musical.

HE’S who I think of when I imagine Timothee’s Wonka grown up.

The music had LOADS of inspiration from the musical in general no one is talking about…

[emilythezeldafan]

I want more whump involving the fountain scene in Wonka.

Also more Wonka whump in general.

Also more CG Lottie Bell and CG Piper Benz.

Also, here's a meme I made of Broadway!Wonka's what the fuck face as Veruca is torn limb from limb.

[badteavee]

Gloves and Clay

Tws / Cws : N / A

Genre: Fluff ?

Word count: 691

Paring: Veruca Salt and Mike Teavee

Summary: Veruca Salt is a new foreign exchange student that Mike shares a pottery class with despises.

What happens when she can’t handle the clay ?

:: I originally posted this on Ao3 but wanted to also bring this here 🫶 ::

Mike groaned as the late bell rung , this meant he actually had to go into his pottery class.

He hated his pottery class.

But he drudged on into the classroom and sat down at his table , just hoping this class wouldn’t get worse. But of course , in came that brat in pink , Veruca Salt , who oh so gracefully walked to her seat. Right across from Mike.

Mike hated her more than the class itself , she’d only been there a week or so and was already popular , had a bunch of annoying friends who couldn’t seem to put their perfume or cologne down. He also hated them.

Veruca was always in a sour mood after this class up until after lunch and with their rotating schedule , her mood was sometimes avoidable. But today they had it first period , which meant Veruca would be grumpy the next period that they shared.

He didn’t have time to even shoot a glare before the teacher turned the lights off and started explaining whatever he was projecting onto the board up front. Oh right , this is the week where Mike’s group , which included Veruca , started to use the pottery wheels. Euck.

He wasn’t excited by any means but out of the corner of his eye , he caught Veruca’s expression , she looked more unhappy than him.

“Princess.” He muttered just loud enough that Veruca could hear , she shot the meanest glare she could his way before turning back to the board. He could see her picking and peeling off the part of her nails that didn’t touch her finger in the dim-ish lighting , odd.

By the time they were dismissed , Veruca’s nails were painfully short and she had completely spaced out. Mike shrugged it off , putting on one of the stupid aprons so he wouldn’t get clay on his favorite hoodie and taking his seat at a wheel with some clay , Veruca mindlessly following suit.

Mike shook off the gross feeling starting , what was that ? .. Worry ? No. Disgusting , absolutely not. He focused on trying to center this stupid thing , of which he was not succeeding , he never paid attention to instructions.

He glanced around the room so he could focus on anything else , he could see Veruca wasn’t any better , she was barely even touching the clay , always making some sort of face whenever she did. Mike couldn’t read emotions well nor did he even want to , so he ignored her , looking back at the mess of a clay ball in front of him.

After a while of him emptily staring at the spinning clay , he caught some sniffles here and there from next to him , which he continued to ignore until he heard a chair screech against the floor and finally looked up. He saw the blur of pink that was Veruca run out of the door , their teacher following quick after her.

Mike , along with a few other nosy classmates , crowded the closed door to hear what was going on. It was definitely muffled but they could hear Veruca trying to explain through sobs. Looking around at the others , only Mike seemed to understand what she was describing as everyone else looked confused.

Sensory issues. She didn’t come right out and say she had them but Mike had some himself , his experiences alined with hers pretty well.

Did he feel guilt ?

No.

No , absolutely not , he wouldn’t believe that he felt guilty. He simply understood the struggle. He’s not Charlie , he wouldn’t apologize or whatever his mother would push him to do. He just needed to go through his mother’s kitchen supplies.

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The next day when Veruca came in , Mike was decently early to class for once , already being “ready” and sat at his wheel. It stuck Veruca as odd but what did she care ? She didn’t care what Mike did. But as she took a second to sit down , she spotted a pair of latex gloves with a note on her part of the table.

Picking up the note , it simply read “For the clay , princess. - Mike” It was barely legible , Mike had horrible handwriting , but cracked a smile and pulled the gloves on.