#Wonka whump

[eyluvu]

Everyone who likes wonka is autistic.

This won't get any views and I'll cry of embarrassment but why are most of us autistic

[pmak2002]

Not going Anywhere

Noodle frowned as she placed a cool washcloth on Willy’s forehead as he slept. A blizzard was sweeping across town and Noodle and her mother had been holded up at home and the night before.

According to Noodle’s mother Dorothy. Willy had shown up during the storm shivering and looking terribly unwell.

“He must have been feeling very sick when he decided to walk all this way here.” Said Dorothy to Noodle that morning.

“Poor thing must have been scared to be alone in such a sickly state. Don’t worry he’s up in his room and I called you off from school so you can help me tend to him. The storm is bad enough as is and I don’t want you at school right now anyway.” Dorothy told her daughter.

As soon as she heard that Noodle rushed upstairs to his room. She found Willy curled up in bed and shivering.

She immediately went into action getting a bowl of cool water and a washcloth to try to cool Willy down from his fever. He slowly awoke when he felt the cloth on his face and smiled when he saw Noodle.

“Noodle.” He whined. Sounding horribly raspy and tired.

“Shh it’s alright I’m here. Mom told me you came last night. She said you were really tired and sick. You walked over a mile in the snow she told me. What happened?” She asked.

“Remember how I said I was tired at the factory the other day?” He asked weakly.

“Yeah.” Noodle replied.

“I started feeling sick then but brushed it off. Then I got worse really quickly and the storm had started by that point. I was so sick but I was so alone at home.. and I was scared and…”

“Shh it’s ok. You are safe now and we’ll take good care of you.” Noodle reassured her friend.

“I really don’t feel good.” He whined.

Noodle frowned.

“Just focus on resting it’ll help you I promise.” She said.

“Stay?” He asked weakly.

Noodle smiled.

“Of course. Thanks to the blizzard I don’t have school.” She said.

Willy smiled at that being with Noodle all day? That made him feel a little better.

Noodle joined him in bed and cuddled him close. She felt warm immediately and she knew it wasn’t just from the blankets on the bed. It was from Willy’s fever that was overheating him.

Willy nuzzled her and whined.

“It’s ok Willy I’m not going anywhere.” She reassured him. She brushed his sweaty curls away from his face and fell asleep next to her sickly friend.

When Dorothy brought up soup, medicine and water for Willy. She smiled when she saw her daughter asleep with her best friend and decides to leave the items on Willy’s bedside table for later when he wakes.

She leaves the tray on the nightstand and gives both Noodle and Willy a kiss on the head before leaving to go back to work in the library.

After a few long days of rest and being snowed in with Noodle and Dorothy’s care. Willy felt much better.

[mr-and-mr-mitchell]

Sweet Revenge

Time has passed since the Chocolate Cartel were held responsible for their crimes. Now they're back, and they want revenge on Willy.

[doctoroctor]

I want to pick Willy Wonka up and violently shake him /pos

[thisgameissonintendo]

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[letthewhumpbegin]

Sick Day - a Wonka fanfiction

Title: Sick Day Fandom: Wonka (2023) Genre: hurt/comfort, sickfic Characters: Willy Wonka, Noodle

Summary: It was in all his bones and muscles from the moment he opened his eyes that morning: an ache and chill that no amount of chocolate could make better, combined with a headache like an entire chocolate factory was drilling inside his brain.

In which Willy is sick, and Noodle is worried.

Word count: 1590 No. of chapters: 1 Warnings: contains descriptions of being sick, fever, collapse. Slight mentions of blood. Original post date: 2 January 2024 Completed: yes

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Any and all feedback on my writing is highly appreciated 😇🥰. You can find my full writing masterlist here.

[chemdisaster]

@whumpthemusical prompt 21 - the great comet - abduction

au where the chocolatiers kidnap wonka as revenge. idea came from a night of insanity with the founding fucks

remember how to fly

For a lack of anything better to do, he spins the bottle in his hands around, amusing himself with the funny noise it makes when it comes in contact with his forefinger and thumb. Interested, he looks down at the label—Noodle's voice flits through his mind, and he smiles to himself as he sounds the letters out the way he would if she were here.

Or, tries to, that is.

[rainswhenyourehere]

will i crash and burn (or go up like a rocket)

everything was perfect. until it wasn't. funny how quickly things escalate. aka my take on the store scene in wonka (2023) :))

day 1: sabotage | second chances | ‘i can dream of the old days.’

guys look!! it's march!! starting @whumpthemusical w/ some wonka but dw there's hamilton tmrw :DD

[pmak2002]

Yes this haha 😂

thinkin about the wonka movie and how we need more movies like it tbh, like let movies be fun and silly again and have fun little songs that get in ur head, that’s all I ask!!!

[eyluvu]

WORKING ON STARTING THE WILLY WONKA HYPOTHERMIA FIC I GOT YOU WONKA WHUMP NATION DONT PANIC EYLUVUS GOT IT 🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡

[oliversrarebooks]

Idk if there's a term for this in the community but what do you think of "fun" whump? Think like, circus or Willy Wonka vibes. Someone gets turned into a performer by force, or maybe whupmer is a deranged reality bender. The SCP Foundation has a good example with "Little Miss Heir".

Ooh I would definitely love that sort of thing. I love the idea of whump taking place in a "fun" situation -- I think carnivals are a really good setting because they lend themselves so well to being mildly unsettling. There's tons of whump potential with a circus -- think about people being kidnapped and forced to perform, the injuries from dangerous stunts, animals being mistreated, sinister clowns, the inherent whump of sideshow acts...

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

WRITING PROMPTS INSPIRED BY JOHNNY DEPP'S CHARACTERS

Captain Jack Sparrow

whumpee getting seasick.

whumpee was captured by pirates.

whumpee was forced to walk on a plank.

whumpee was saved by a pirate.

whumpee was wounded after a fight against a kraken, caretaker has to do their best to heal them with what equipment they have when they're in the middle of the sea.

Gellert Grindelwald

magic whump my beloved.

whumpee found a portal that transported them to a fantasy world where magic and wizards are real, but what will whumpee do when everyone in that world thinks whumpee is the dark magic wielder and tries to hunt them down?

human caretaker found a wounded wolf in need of help so they took him home, unaware that the wolf is in fact a human who was cursed by a witch.

caretaker has to travel into the dark forest and make a deal with a witch in exchange for a medicine that will heal whumpees from the plague. but can the witch be trusted?

Sweeney Todd

a mystery befalls a secluded village when a new barber moved in; people just start disappearing with no trace, but this bakery’s pies are at least distractingly good.

misunderstood whumper who is seen as a cold blooded monster, but what people don’t see is the pain whumper has been carrying with them for years after having their family taken away from them by an actual whumper who turned the misunderstood whumper into a “monster” they’ve become.

whumpee with a deep slash on their throat. can they make it out alive?

whumpee was adopted by caretakers, but what will they do when they start sensing there’s something wrong with caretakers? can they really trust caretakers to take care of them, or should they escape before they become one of those “missing people” too?

Edward Scissorhands

whumpee was born with scissors for hands and kept from the outside world their entire life. despite their “scary” appearance, they’re actually a sweetheart who’s never harmed a fly.

innocent whumpee!!!! whumpee with a childlike nature. whumpee who’s a cinnamon roll. whumpee who literally actually has never done anything wrong ever in their life.

whumpee who’s too innocent for this world.

whumpee who doesn’t understand the concept of “bad people”.

as endearing as whumpee’s naivety is, there are people who want to take advantage of their innocence.

Willy Wonka

whumpee got lost in a chocolate factory that’s believed by the public to have been shut down for years, only for whumpee to realize the factory has in fact always been open upon entering.

whumpee fell into a chocolate bath.

magic chocolate with the ability to transform and shapeshift those who ate it.

[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.

[letthewhumpbegin]

Sick Day - Wonka (2023)

Fandom: Wonka (2023) Characters: Willy Wonka, Noodle Prompt: Sick Word count: 1590 Warnings: contains descriptions of being sick, fever, collapse. Slight mentions of blood.

It was in all his bones and muscles from the moment he opened his eyes that morning: an ache and chill that no amount of chocolate could make better, combined with a headache like an entire chocolate factory was drilling inside his brain. 

Willy had had this once before, when he had fallen ill during his travels. Back then he had spent four days straight in bed, unable to move as much as a toe, but right now that wasn’t an option. Surely, neither Mrs. Scrubbitt nor Mr. Bleacher would allow him to miss one minute of work. So, with the very limited amount of strength he could muster, Willy dragged his feverish body out of bed. 

The moment he stood, it was as though Willy had stepped aboard a ship caught in a heavy storm. The floor felt like it was making waves underneath his feet, and the whole room seemed to move around him.  "Oh, boy…" Willy grabbed a hold of the desk to steady himself. He ran a hand through his sweat-damp hair. This was going to be a long and hard day for him… 

Exactly how he had managed to get dressed, Willy didn’t quite know. There were several times where he nearly fainted and almost went crashing to the floor, but somehow, probably on sheer willpower alone, he managed to keep himself standing and make himself look somewhat presentable. 

"What’s wrong with you?" Noodle immediately saw something was off as they made their way down for roll call. "Nothing," Willy grumbled back. The lack of his usual cheer and optimism alone betrayed his answer was a lie. "I know you’re not telling the truth," Noodle smiled reassuringly, "but whatever you do, don’t show Mrs. Scrubbitt or Mr. Bleacher that something is wrong. They’ll add to your debt every chance they get."

Willy stumbled over his own feet and had to steady himself against the wall, as a fresh wave of vertigo and a flare-up of his fever threatened to take him down. He knew Noodle was right, but keeping his symptoms hidden was definitely going to be a challenge.  "I’ll try." Willy’s voice trembled, yet the determination was in his eyes. 

Noodle eyed him in worry as he stood slumped against the wall, breathing heavily and looking rather disheveled. "Are you sure you’re okay?" "Not really." Willy slowly shook his head, "but don’t worry about me." Noodle cocked her head to one side, scoffing softly. "Don’t mind if I do worry about you. I’ll be keeping my eye on you today."

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Somehow Willy managed to get through Mr. Bleacher’s roll call without raising suspicion. But getting down in the hot and humid washhouse wasn’t doing him any favours. His fever-riddled body already had trouble regulating his temperature, and the heat only made that worse. Willy was shivering, yet his face and neck were covered in a thin sheen of sweat. His hands and legs had startled to tremble ever so slightly, and Willy already knew he was losing his battle with this flu sooner or later. 

He eventually lasted just over an hour.  When Willy reached overhead to hang out some freshly laundered sheets, was when his body finally gave out on him.  Another spike in his fever made him sweat and shiver at the same time, and his headache pounded inside his head like nothing before. The room spun around him once more and his vision darkened around the edges. All sounds became distorted, seemingly coming from far away, as if he was listening from underwater. 

"I…" His voice was barely a breath off his lips, completely lost in the noises of the washhouse. Willy reached beside him for anything that offered some support to keep him on his feet, but apart from the sheet, nothing else was around. 

Suddenly it felt as if the ground was yanked away from under Willy’s already wobbly legs. He stumbled sideways in a desperate attempt to catch himself, but he’d already lost out to gravity. Willy’s knees buckled and he went crashing to the wooden floor of the washhouse. He just registered Noodle’s cry in alarm, before his vision darkened completely and he passed out.

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When consciousness vaguely returned to Willy, he had no idea how long he had been out for. He definitely wasn’t feeling better: the fever was obviously still raging inside him, his headache hadn’t subsided in the slightest, and his entire body ached. 

Willy found himself lying on his side on a hard surface, presumably the floor of the washhouse. His head rested on a soft, freshly-laundered sheet, folded into a bundle to serve as a pillow. An equally soft sheet was draped over him to keep him warm. 

Willy slowly opened his eyes now. He felt like absolute crap and he had no desire, nor the strength, to move at all. His eyes needed a few seconds to adjust to the light, but when they did he found Noodle sitting on the floor next to him. 

"You’re awake!" Noodle gasped in relief when she saw Willy give a sign of life again. Willy groaned softly in reply. He wouldn’t really call this state he was in awake, but he could imagine it was more responsive than he had been half a minute ago.  "Nothing wrong, huh?" Noodle frowned disapprovingly. "You scared the hell out of me just now." "Sorry…" Willy mumbled softly. 

Noodle slowly shook her head, before pulling a wet cloth from a bowl sitting next to her on the floor and gently pressing it to Willy’s neck and forehead. Willy savoured the feeling of the cold cloth against his fever-burning skin. It offered the littlest bit of relief, but he was grateful for it anyway. "Thank you," he whispered. "Yeah, well, with you looking like this I really can’t stay mad at you." Noodle clearly didn’t like that Willy hadn’t warned her about him being on the verge of collapsing, but her worry for him was most evident. 

"How long was I out for?" Willy mumbled weakly. "For over an hour," Noodle answered. "Oh…" Willy certainly understood how he must’ve scared Noodle and the rest of the washhouse crew just now. He slowly rearranged his aching body. The wooden floor beneath him didn’t do him much favours, but getting up and moving himself to a more comfortable position was most definitely out of the question. He meant to pass a trembling hand over his face, only to realise there was blood on his palm.

"Wh–" Willy stammered. His foggy mind only half registered what he saw. "I… I’m bleeding." Noodle gently took his wrist in her hand to look at Willy’s palm. She had a short look at the abrasions that were clearly visible there.  "You must’ve scraped it open when you fell," she concluded, "here, let me take care of it."

Noodle dipped a clean cloth in the bowl of water next to her. Willy hissed through his teeth as she pressed the wet cloth against the abrasions to his palm. She was being most gentle, but the water stung the wounds. "Ow," Willy whimpered softly. "I’m sorry," Noodle apologised, "but there’s dirt in there, and if this gets infected…" Her voice trailed off, but she didn’t need to finish that sentence for Willy to understand the necessity. "It’s alright," he mumbled weakly. He was feeling yet more miserable, and just let it all happen to him at this point. 

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"All done."

Willy hadn’t even realised he had closed his eyes and had completely zoned out. He was pulled back to the here and now by Noodle gently tucking his now bandaged hand under the sheet with him.

"Thank you," Willy whispered. He couldn’t get his voice to produce much more volume.  "Will you be alright here?" Noodle sounded almost apologetic. "I need to go out to make the deliveries." "Yeah," Willy groaned, "I’ll get back to work."

Even though he barely had the strength, Willy felt bad for not pulling his weight in the washhouse today. It meant the others had to do his work on top of their own, and that didn’t sit right with him.  He propped himself up on one elbow in an attempt to get back up again. It didn’t look steady at all, and before he could make another move, Noodle gently pushed him back down.  "You’re not doing one more thing today apart from lying here and sleeping," she stated firmly. "But…" Willy protested, but deep down he already knew that he simply couldn’t work, no matter how badly he might want it. "No." Noodle rearranged the sheet covering Willy. "You going down just now was one time too many already. So you just stay right here. We’ll manage."

Willy blew out a deep breath and closed his eyes. "I guess you’re right." Noodle chuckled softly, placing the cold, wet cloth back on Willy’s forehead, before she rose to her feet. "I’ll come check on you as soon as I’m back." Willy hummed softly, but he was already halfway back to sleep. 

Even though he had a pounding headache and felt absolutely lousy, somehow the sounds of the washhouse in full effect around him calmed Willy. It reminded him he was amongst people who he trusted and cared about, and he knew they cared about him, too. Willy felt more miserable than ever, but the hands of sleep pulled at him. He focused on the comforting sounds around him, and before he knew it, Willy had fallen into a deep, healing sleep.

[auxiliarydetective]

Okay, fuck it, we're doing this

Evie's OC Brutkasten

(Brutkasten is German for "incubator" but incubator sounds too scientific for what I'm doing. The German term, through a pun, could also mean "box of things I'm brooding over" and that explains the situation a lot better lol)

OCs that are already in the making

Thirteen (13) more One Piece OCs (send help)

Twelve of them make up the staff of a nautical-themed café. The thirteenth is a Reiju ship <3 They all have faceclaims already and some very basic plot ideas

A Wickie und die starken Männer OC

She exists! Her name is Heiður! I just haven't gotten around to introducing her yet but she's fully fleshed out.

A Masters of the Air OC

She has a faceclaim, I have a concept for her, she's gonna be a Crosby ship, and I've decided she's gonna be Italian. She also has a character playlist!

Fandoms I wanna make OCS for but don't have anything solid for yet

Detective Conan

Because I can

Ninjago

Ninjas are cool and I want my childhood back. Also, superpowers are also always cool. This used to be a hyperfixation of mine when I was little, so it's time to revive that spirit.

Scooby-Doo, Where Are You!

I just love the aesthetic, okay?

TKKG

It is my duty to collect German fandoms like pokémon cards. Also, I (not-so) recently watched a parody of/homage to the TKKG audiobooks in the form of a Playback-Theater and the guy playing Karl was too much for my bi heart, so...

An OC for a little something @the-wyvern-institute has planned

I'm working on it, I swear. Probably gonna try to go for something different instead of my usual antics. Experiment with different powers a bit...

A Willy Wonka OC

Preferably for the musical and/or the 1971 version. I've been meaning to watch that one for ages now. It would just be really fun, y'know?

Tatort Münster

Back with the German fandoms. Go blame Boerne and his ability to attract whump like a moth to a flame.

Grease

I'm totally normal about greasers and rockabilly and whatnot, I swear-

Dungeon Meshi

Would have to watch and/or read it first though...

If I ever mentioned that I should make an OC for anything else, feel free to let me know :)

Now! A call to my enablers!

The general enablers: @starcrossedjedis @oneirataxia-girl @daughter-of-melpomene @bravelittleflower @box-of-bats

German tumblrinas: @fluffle-system @sehr-wohl-die-herrschaften @nanukanal @toffiproto @daughterofhecata (there are a lot more of you - I literally made a meme about that - but Tumblr is stupid and will only properly tag five people in a paragraph, so...)

One Piece squad: @supermarine-silvally

HBOwar crew (hope you don't mind me tagging you <3): @thoughpoppiesblow @footprintsinthesxnd @kafka-ohdear

I should make a list of fandoms I wanna make OCs for 🤔