#mrs gloop

[rolex-kaard]

redraws of quentin blake's illustrations

[aliciadurhamillustration]

"Mr. Wonka doesn't seem to think so!" cried Mrs. Gloop. "Just look at him! He's laughing his head off! How dare you laugh like that when my boy's just gone up the pipe! You monster!" she shrieked, pointing her umbrella at Mr. Wonka as though she were going to run him through. "You think it's a joke, do you? You think that sucking my boy up into your Fudge Room like that is just one great big colossal joke?"

"He'll be perfectly safe," said Mr. Wonka, giggling slightly.

[wonkaconfessions]

I have a personal headcanon that Augustus’ parents had a hard time conceiving children. Mrs Gloop couldn’t get pregnant for a long time. When she finally did the baby ended up being very sick and couldn’t put on weight and didn’t make it. When she could finally get pregnant again and it ended up a healthy baby, she ended up spoiling him with food because she was so afraid of losing another child. That’s also why she was the oldest mother out of all the parents (based on the actresses ages at the time)

[honeykibs]

Prompt- Augustus's first Nuremberg Christkindlmarkt visit

[Notes: Probably should have said this before, but I’ll be writing them as Post-Factory, unless specified otherwise. Just made sense to me]

With lights glowing and the smell of good food in the air, Augustus had to admire the Christkindlmarkt before him. He’d been to such before, but not one quite as large and beautiful as the one he ventured through now. He and his Mama walked along the aisles looking at the many market stands that were either side of them. She told him to stay close, but he couldn’t help but want to wander off at times.

They first stopped to look at the selection of traditional toys. There were strong Nutcrackers standing tall among the smokers, who’s delightful smell made Augustus smile. He picked up one of the prune people and twirled it around as if it were dancing. Their tiny outfits were so perfectly made- it didn’t even occur to him that there were multiple of the same scattered across the entire market.

“I vonder vat Mama vould vant..” He mutters, as he browses the toys. He had given himself the secret mission to buy the perfect gift for her, so he looked at each one closely. It needed to be unique; a gift only he could give her. None of these wooden people struck him as unique, as delightful as they were. He set the prune person down next to it’s partner.

Augustus had, in fact, attempted to nibble on one of them though, leaving a subtle bite mark on it. Mama hoped that no-one would notice and moved quickly away from the collection. She decided maybe it’d be best if she distracted him by buying a Bratwurst for him and herself. He gratefully accepts it, and eats it in a few moments, leaving only grease upon his fingers.

She chuckles and wipes his face clean, before they continue with their shopping. Gertrude feels a need to stop at nearly every store to look at everything, but this year Augustus does not complain. For one, this is a market completely new to him, so of course he wants to explore, but also because he still needed to find a good gift.

His mother turns to him. “Vy don’t you look for somesing to buy your American friend.” She means Mike of course- the two boys had been talking more since the golden ticket tour. Initially, they’d both been famous for it, having paparazzi follow them in the hopes of finding out some news of what was inside the factory. Unfortunately, Augustus barely knew and Mike didn’t like talking or bright lights, so they never got anything out of them.

Such paparazzi was starting to die down now, and Wonka-Mania, whilst still talked about, is becoming more of a memory than a trend. Gus and Mike would consider each other good friends though- they really bonded over the whole experience. Auggie looks through the many things the market has on sale, but finds that it’s all far too bland for Mike, who likes interesting, brightly coloured things so hold his attention.

As soon as Augustus spots the Christkind, he is filled with child-like wonder and the biggest smile is put upon his face. They were so busy shopping that he nearly forgot about her. She is so spectacularly golden and pretty and he practically drags Mama towards the crowd to have a closer look.

After he’d gently touched the wings of the Christkind, he and his Mama continued to look around, and that was when Augustus spotted the perfect gift. It was a mug, a special Nuremberg one, with a cozy village scene upon it. He quickly went to grab it, and paid for it, placing it in his bag, hoping Mama had not seen him place the gift in. He wanted it to be a surprise for her.

He’d also found an intricate ornament that he could give to Mike, next he saw him. He was not sure how much Mike would appreciate it, but he knew he would accept it no matter what- maybe it’d end up on his Christmas Tree eventually.

They spend the entire day there, roaming until it grows dark. He and Gertrude bought each other Lebkuchen and they sat together to eat them, listening to the carols.

It was looking to be a wonderful Christmas; he could not wait.

[nalascat]

Ethel didn't know when it started. It was just the morning tea 'parties' the other two women had pressured her into. 

Gertrude had quickly ushered her into Emily's room one morning, with little to no explanation. And there was a table, Emily sitting in one of the three tables with a soft smile on her face.

Oh.

So, Ethel found herself spending every morning with the other two, worries blocked out by light laughter and the absence of alcohol. Mornings filled with stories about their children, that one new room in the factory, that one day at school so many years ago.

[verucastutu]

AU where teen Augustus and teen Veruca meet during a german- russian reunion for wealthy families.

[justice-for-general-schmitz]

This is how I think the end of the West End version would have looked if they had decided to use the original script and have the kids come out at the end. The lyrics are from the song "A Little Me" in the musical.

[meandmrwonka]

(@ask-frau-gloop liked for a starter!)

Charlie walked along with the rest of the large group of kids and adults, him and Grandpa Joe near the back. The group followed Mr. Wonka down the twisting and turning hallways, keeping his quick pace. He noticed that next to him, one of the parents had her wallet open. He remembered that during reception she had said her last name was Gloop. “Hey, Mrs. Gloop, what’re you looking at?”