This Server Is The Reason We've Gone A Little Awol In The Past Weeks, And The Reason We've Fallen Head-over-heels

This server is the reason we've gone a little awol in the past weeks, and the reason we've fallen head-over-heels back into the Wonka fandom. Amazing people, fantastic discussion, and quite active. Would recommend!

Also for Systems: they have Pluralkit & a 'no using it to RP rule'. And it's proven itself to be a safe-space for CatCF fictives should you have any. People have spoken to our Vi, Mike, Dolly, & Bill and no-one's been weird about it.

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A small server dedicated to anything and everything Charlie and the Chocolate Factory! | 76 members

It's the regular CATCF discord link drop! Hello and take a step into the a world of pure imagination! We talk about pretty much every version of catcf/wwatcf, create content, and more!!

We are a nice lil server and would love to have some more friends!!

WW&tCF (OC) - FR: Class War - 'Mr. Pratt'

Meet Mr. Cornelius Twat Pratt: teacher of the 'Class for Excellence' (it's just the upper set), Mr. Turkentine's long-standing rival, and avid John Lennon kinnie. also he's designed after matt berry.

There are two things that piss this man off more than anything: 1) That the Beatles split up (of which he is in a support group for) & 2) That Charlie Bucket, a member of Mr. Turkentine's class, won a Golden Ticket and the entire bloody Wonka factory.

Also, Mini-fic for the art:

Pratt stood at the front of his pristinely perfect classroom, nothing out of place but the slightly unkempt children sitting in front of him. His shorter-than-average bulky frame was far more apparent when measured up to the height of the blackboard, but what he lacked in stature, he made up for with a presence that took up more space than it had right to. "Good morning, Class. And Congratulations." His words had an odd cadence to them, almost like they weren't being pronounced correctly... "You are the chosen ones. Those deemed worthy enough for a chance to be the best. And if you're in my class, you Will be the best." His lips unfurled into a toothy, smug grin. "Why?" The mentor stretched out an arm, equipped- oddly- with a conductor's baton instead of the usual pointer or ruler. With a loud clack, Pratt slammed it against the blackboard, the words 'Win.' written gorgeously in cursive chalk. "Because you have one purpose in life: to Win."

Pratt lowered his baton, mouth forming an almost pout, eyebrow raised. "Failure is not on the curriculum. Perhaps for other classes- 7A, 7C, and damn well sure 7B" a slight growl slipped into tone for the last, but very quickly dissipated. "Never 7S."

In his white turtleneck and light blue-grey suit, he looked more like a fancy CEO giving a pep-talk than the teacher of a rather lower-tier comprehensive school. Pratt closed his eyes, and broke into an almost mocking tone. " 'How am I, a small weakly child, to raise to such ranks' you may sing out in desperation. Follow me, and you. will. find. your. answer." His grin dropped, a serious tone, and outstretched his arms, "So long as you are in this class, I am your God. Your Messiah. And if you fail me, you'll surmount to nothing. Understand?" As he looked out at the children he would teach for the forthcoming years, a chant of 'yes, sir' perfectly in tandem- likely out of intimidation, albeit- he could only feel power coursing through his body. Turkentine stood no chance.

Me and my friends laughed at this image for like ten minutes last night.

WW&tCF (ft. Matilda) - FR: Class War - 'Revolting'

'The children could only take so much pressure, so much discipline. And now, as they sang and tore up his classroom, Mr. Pratt could only stare to the horror at the front of the class: Miranda, his prize student, his teacher's pet, leading the charge from the heights of his desk... And bloody Turkentine below her, with the biggest shit-eating smirk he's ever seen.'

Okay, so some context under the cut:

a roleplay started with @bunnyonacupcake lead to a side-story post-factory (same verse as Factory Rejects) that follows Turkentine's class and its ongoing rivalry with the Class for Excellence. Said class is lead by Mr. Pratt, who is the most pretentious, deplorable, winning-obsessed man you'll ever meet. He's looks and sounds like Matt Berry if Matt Berry were a John Lennon kinnie, and holds his students to the highest standards that they've all become either snobby-nosed know-it-alls, or nervous wrecks.

One of those, is an AU of @bunnyonacupcake's Miranda Mary Piker. This little school-obsessed boffin is Pratt's parrot, watchdog, and star student. But over time, with influence from others (and some visits to Bill's shop), she eventually starts to see that maybe there's more to life than just studying and rules.

And so, I was listening to 'Revolting Children' from Matilda...

Thus came this little moment, when everything comes to a finalé.

What if Oompa Loompas were ghosts for a non-replica, of Charlie and the chocolate factory musical? Think about it, it could be creepy but awesome to see how that is handle.

The idea of the Oompa Loompa being ghosts... my mind immediately goes to a darker, more gothic-horror-fantasy take on CatCF (PotO's designs come to mind). My heart loves this.

The Factory's set up in some old refurbished castle, the tickets are sent out due to an anxious obsession with his own mortality, Wonka's design probably looks like something straight out of @rknchan's sketchbook... that was partially a joke, but there's a little pair of glasses she reblogged a while back that he'd absolutely wear. also i think it's high-time we have a poc Willy Wonka, so this one is.

Anyhow I digress- the question at hand: There would be two ways to implement ghost Oompa Loompa, in my eyes:

The Oompa Loompas started exactly as in the original: uncomfortably hired into indentured labour brought over from a foreign country to work at his factory. However, due to whatever circumstances, this does not work out. The Oompa Loompas all eventually pass away. But this is a gothic horror, so now your factory's got ghosts. Sorry fam, that's just the rules of a gothic-horror. Wonka's got guilt, but he's grown accustomed to it. They're just there. But they also make him feel eternally more lonely, and also now he's down a ton of workers and he's not doing so hot.

2. You go full-on Leeds Revival with the Oompa Loompas, cut out all that problematic shit, and these things are just... straight up ghosts. They were there when he moved in and they're chill; some of them whisper him ideas in the night, and some of them make his life hell. Due to the way ghosts work in this universe and because I feel oompa loompas always need a unified design they all sort of look like these faceless pale apparitions with no discernible features besides the occasional hint as to how they died.

God, the set and costume design for this would be amazing. Why isn't this a thing. now i want to sketch this.

CatCF Musical (re-write) - Memento Mori