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Am I projecting my mommy issue or I just wanna see Hebert feeding on his dad? : …Yes
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Hi... my first post but I want to say something. First I thought I was nearly the only one who loves Tanz so much. I mean I saw pages on Instagram but here on Tumblr I feel like home lol. The Tanz family is very special. And I love it so much. I live for every post about Tanz here, really everytime I see a new my world lighted up... tanz der Vampire changed my life to a better. So yeah if you like message me here or @Anika.swz on instagram it would be lovely, because I have nobody with which I can talk about Tanz. Btw I'm 16 and from Berlin😊 and please excuse my bad English I'm trying my best.
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Charles Kreische & Raphael Groß in TANZ DER VAMPIRE
#Charles Kreische#Raphael Groß#Tanz Der Vampire#Bal Vampirov#Hebert von Krolock#*theater#*gifs#vampires#theater
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AUgust 14 - Chefs
Title: WENN LIEBE IN DIR IST… UND GUTES ESSEN
Fandom: Tanz Der Vampyr
Alfred/Herbert, Graf/Sarah
This is my favourite musical. Straight up. You cannot get better than this. Maybe "Master and Margarita" but I haven't found a good bootleg of it.
I really hope you guys like this one!!!
Oh, there they were again. That damned truck with it's bombastic orchestral music, the catchy paintings, and the obnoxious sign boy. Alfred knew they were doing this on purpose, parking there because they knew how much it pissed off the staff of his own restaurant. Sure, it wasn't really "his" restaurant. It really belonged to Abronsius, the eclectic perfectionist who taught him everything.
And there the sign boy went, platinum hair flowing ever so delicately on the wind. He chatted up anyone that came by, and of course the mesh shirt mixed with the weird cape thing only made the spectacle that much more intriguing.
Alfred must have been glaring for too long because the blond eventually turned and winked straight at him through the window.
Damnit!
His face must have turned red because Abronsius asked him what was wrong, and he quickly made up some excuse about the heat before going back into the kitchen.
"You know," Sarah - the newest pastry chef - whispered, "their food's really good, and the sign dancer guy is single~" she teased.
Alfred felt his face pucker like he'd eaten a lemon.
Yes, the man was attractive, but from what Abronsius had said, they were all bad sorts there. But… well… whatever. Whatever. He had soups to make.
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Three nights later. They were back. He had the evening off. Fuck. He was pissed. Abronsius had denied him a raise again. He shouldn't have been surprised, but if always stung when he was educated on exactly why he wasn't worth an extra two dollars an hour.
He knew he was young, sure, but he wasn't stupid or incompetent, he didn't have wrong priorities. He wasn't any of the things that stodgy old bastard said. And all he had wanted was two (2) more dollars. It wouldn't have even made him the highest paid (even discounting the profits he knew the old asshole was keeping).
So he wanted to make the man upset. As the sounds of Tchaikovsky drifted towards him, he couldn't help smirking. He hoped Abronsius was watching. Hoped Abronsius saw him ordering off the competition's menu, and he fully planned on eating right outside the restaurant, in full view from the large glass windows.
"Well hello there, finally come to see what all the fuss is about?"
Alfred nearly jumped out of his skin. He hadn't heard anyone approaching, but there he was: the sign guy. Blond haired, pale skinned, and just, umf, fucking beautiful.
Alfred felt his heart rate increase just from the sheer proximity.
"I-I-I, uhm, yeah. Uh, m-mostly, well, I, uh, wanted to p-piss off my boss."
Real smooth, dipshit!
Sarah was right. He was hopeless.
The guy grinned and, of all things, kissed his hand.
"Well, I'm glad you did. I thought I might have to venture into that tacky place to properly say hello."
Alfred honestly didn't disagree. The restaurant was called Knoblauch, which just meant "garlic" and the interior was kind of gaudy. Not that he would have ever dared say so.
"I, uh- wait. You wanted to see me?"
"Every day since I first spotted your adorable pout, yes."
It was effortless the way this guy flirted and Alfred was just getting more and more shy.
"I'm… um… that's sweet. Thanks."
"So did Sarah get you to take a look? She's been very chatty about you, you know."
Ah fuck.
"I, uh, I mean, maybe I guess, but, uh-"
"She says you're a single hopeless romantic, and I really hope she's right," the man interrupted, and whoops, there went Alfred's ability to speak anything but flustered gibberish entirely.
The man leaned down and grinned.
"My name's Herbert von Krolock. What's yours?"
Oh, Alfred knew this man knew, but he couldn't help answering anyway, stuttering it out.
Herbert grinned. "You're so cute! Do you wanna have dinner with me? Now?"
"U-u-uh, um, I mean, uh, I…. Yes…?"
Herbert took his hands (both of them, like this was some kinda romcom), and led him over to the side of the food truck, music playing louder there, and the magnificent frescoes truly visible. They were gothic scenes, dark balls. Alfred couldn't help liking them, for whatever reason.
Then another beautiful man appeared, pale and salt-and-pepper tied in a neat bun.
"Oh, the boy finally came. What shall we have tonight?"
Herbert smiled and nudged Alfred, who realized in a panic he had no idea what kind of food they even sold. The man seemed to take pity on him, luckily.
"Let's start you with a sampler, then. I know it's a wide variety… I'm glad you stopped by. Sarah speaks highly of you," he added with a small smile.
If he survived this Sarah was getting the bougiest fucking brunch ever.
Hebert led him to a small table over to the side to wait.
"You know, Graf is head over heels for her, but he's afraid his age will put her off," the blond murmured conspiratorially.
Alfred couldn't help snorting softly.
"She has a thing for older guys, actually. He should go for it."
Herbert grinned brightly. "I'll try to let him know that…"
Alfred couldn't help smiling. Was it something in the air? Who knew? He just… was having the best night he'd had in a long time.
The food was ready and Herbert got it, stopping only briefly to greet visitors. Alfred was a little surprised, since he always seemed so sociable before, inviting people in.
"What's the look for, hmm?"
Alfred was startled again by the quietness of Herbert's steps.
"O-oh! Nothing, really. Just… you always seem so chatty when…"
"When you spy on me from your little restaurant? I am. But tonight I'm on a date with a very cute guy, and he gets all my attention."
Alfred once again lost all coherence, nibbling at a strawberry to hide his sheepishness.
Herbert just chuckled, and began telling him about the food truck.
Graf (the owner, Mr. Sexy Older Guy) had taught himself to cook after dealing with a very hard childhood, and one day he decided he would take his knowledge out and feed others. He quickly became popular as a caterer at parties, the rich-people kind, like masquerade balls and that kinda thing.
He still did them sometimes. But his true love lay in cooking for the masses, it seemed, out on the street, in parks, at games. He decided to take the Balls and Parties with him.
"That's… really cool," Alfred admitted.
"Yeah? I think so. But we might have to give it up… he's thinking of doing a world tour in his golden years," Herbert began with a wry smirk, "as though he ever plans on retiring… but he wants an apprentice. I'm no good at anything except cold foods and people-pleasing…"
Alfred sighed and shook his head. Just his luck. He found a new favourite place and they were closing.
"I mean, you seem pretty good at what you do…" Herbert added suggestively.
"Wait, wait, what? Me?"
"Yeah. You. You're not the only one that spies from time to time. You seem really passionate about food. And fast. And competent in general."
Everything that Abronsius berated him for not being.
"I… is this all just a ploy? To poach from the competition?" He asked, stiffening. It was one thing to be all flirty and friendly, an entirely other thing to-
"What? No. Of course not! I'm not so shallow I'd do that."
Herbert looked genuinely hurt and offended. Fuck.
"I… I… I'm sorry it's just… I'm pretty often reminded that I'm a young, stupid know-nothing that'll never make it on my own and all…" Alfred muttered bitterly.
"That old hack doesn't know what he's talking about."
Graf's voice came from nowhere, and you know what? Alfred could live in a state of permanent heart-attacks. That was fine.
"What? You know him?"
"That pompous blowhard is the reason I never went to culinary school. Way back when, he made everyone's life hell because it had to be his way or nothing, because he knew how to cook 'properly' and we knew nothing."
"....so I take it he hasn't changed much."
"Nope. Almost ruined food for me. I decided I'd never go through anything that would turn me into a rude monster like that."
"Well, I'm quitting tomorrow, so I don't blame you."
Graf chuckled. "Why bother with that courtesy? Just come work for me. Rub it in his face. Bring the girl too. Take his two best kids from him."
Yeah. That… that sounded good.
"You know what? I think I will. If you'll excuse me, I have a call to make."
He walked over to the other side of the truck, a little ways away, where he could look in and see the kitchen. And there was Sarah, flinching at something the old bastard was saying.
He called her number.
He almost couldn't believe it when she picked up.
"Look outside," he directed. She did, and gave him a wave and a bright smile.
"How do you like it?!”
"So much I'm gonna work here. I quit. You should too. They asked for you by name."
"Say no more."
She hung up, and without further ado completely stripped off her uniform, leaving her in a sports bra and leggings (cause let's be real it got fucking hot in that kitchen sometimes), and she just sauntered on out.
Herbert started laughing, and Alfred turned just in time to see the look on Graf's face as his dulcet darling was strutting over.
"So, you want to give a recently unemployed girl a job?" She asked with a bright smile.
Alfred was glad he wasn't the only one who sometimes forgot how to speak.
Herbert took over, and the pair quickly bantered a deal, and Alfred just took a minute to watch.
They looked good, all together like that. Almost like a family.
Of course, then Herbert glanced up at him, and gave him another of those heart-stopping winks.
Well.
Carpe noctem and all that.
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My Dance of the Vampires HeadCanons Pt. 1
- Alfred braiding Herbert’s hair
- Hebert wearing Alfred’s oversized sweaters as regular ones
- Herbert trying to hide his smile when Alfred looks like a mess (again)
- Krolock recommending his favorite books to Alfred, and Alfred thanking him endlessly
- Alfred desperately trying to find a book that Krolock has never read, just to be able to recommend something to him
- Krolock pretending that he has never seen the book Alfred brought to him, even though he had read it multiple times, just to see Alfred jumping around from happiness
- Professor Abronsius coming to the castle just to visit Alfred
- Abronsius and Krolock drinking tea in the library and talking about every possible scientific (and not) topic
#tdv#dotv#tamz der vampire#tanz der vampire#dance of the vampires#bal vampirov#alexandr kazmin#kirill gordeev#ivan ozhogin#von krolock#alfred von krolock#herbert#herbert von krolock#alfred#abronsius#musical#headcanon#count von krolock#professor abronsius#herfred#albert#drew#lukas#lukas perman
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Happy New Year Audio Gift
Anastasia Das Musical 06.12.2018 (Stuttgart)
Cast: Anya: Judith Caspari | Dmitry: Milan van Waardenburg | Wlad: Thorsten Tinney | Gleb: Mathias Edenborn | Countess Lily: Jacqueline Braun | Zarenmutter: Daniela Ziegler https://mega.nz/#F!qtQEWa4J!JF2Va1rEpNjCaR-FFlPn7g
Les Miserables 1998 (Belgium castalbum)
Cast: Jean Valjean: | Javert: Jan F. Danckaert | Fantine: Hilde Norga| Marius: Rein Kolpa| Cosette: Deborah Dutcher| Eponine: Chadia Cambie| Enjolras: Addo Kruizinga | Thenardier: Marc Lauwrys| Madame Thenardier: Daisy Thys https://mega.nz/#F!744QjD5A!Oi3WpwIKJ3t28oQNReKWww
Vámp��rok Bája 2007 (Hungarian Cast Album)
Cast: Graf van Krolock: Géza Egyházi | Alfred: Tibor Héger | Proffessor Abronsius: Csaba Jegercsik | Sarah: Zsanett Andrádi | Chagal: Béla Pavletits | Rebecca: Judit Dobos | Magda: Anna Balogh | Hebert: Victor Posta | Koukol: Farkas Gábor https://mega.nz/#F!OgZgwQSa!iEyIDd1KypYZ_niUwBaVSg
Der Glöckner Von Notre Dame 15.11.2017 (Müchnen)
Cast: Quasimodo: David Jakobs | Claude Frollo: Felix Martin | Esmeralda: Sarah Bowden | Haupman Phoebus: Maximilian Mann | Clopin: Kevin Köhler (u/s)| Jehan Frollo: Johannes Kiesler | Florika: Kristina Love | Pater Dupin: Oliver Mülich | Leutenant Frederic Charlus: Milan van Waardenburg | Köning Louis XI: Alexander Zamponi | Madame: Eva Maria Bender | St. Aphrodisius: Romeo Salazar | Die Gemeinde: Sina Pirauzi, Chiara Cook,Daniel Therrien,James Cook,Mike Sandomeno | Der Chor: ORSO- Choral Societyhttps://mega.nz/#F!Sw500KqC!1BXHtEOh3yYeDmsVYmndtQ
#audio gift#audio bootleg#Anastasia das Musical#Les Miserables#tanz der vampire#Der Glöckner von Notre Dame
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What are your top 5 Tanz costumes (from any production)?
Whooo boy, good question. With theatre costumes, I look for three things: aesthetic (is the costume pleasing to look at?), appropriateness (is the costume appropriate for the character/scene/setting etc.? does it fit in well with the rest of the costumes and the set?) and functionality (what does the costume tell us about the character? how does the costume “behave”, i.e. how does it move/accentuate the actor’s movement and body).
Bearing that in mind, here’s my (highly subjective) top 5 under the cut:
1. The black Krolock outfit from the original/German version:
Classy, suits the time period but still has that gothic/fantasy flair, and a hella swishy cape. There are variations between actors of course, but generally the Krolock costumes from original/German production work really well on stage.
2. The Red Dress from the movie:
Is this cheating since this isn’t a stage version? I don’t care. For me, none of the musical dresses can match the beauty of the original:
3: That one coat Krolock wears in the Seinäjoki (I think?) production:
Listen, I could have easily filled all of the slots with Finnish costumes because dang. Those productions had some amazing ones. But this coat is my favourite:
There’s a Krolock coat in the Czech production that ties with this one:
4. That feather cape from the Japanese production:
I’m mostly meh on the Japanese version, but this cape is p cool:
5. The entirety of Finnish Herbert’s look (I believe from the Helsinki production):
Bless this production for giving us a Hebert who wasn’t (literally) a pale version of his father. Even the St. Gallen version had a pretty generic Herbert by comparison.
So there you go! Most of these are Krolock costumes, lol. I’m sorry if you were expecting more variation but he’s the character I mostly focus on.
#tanz der vampire#tdv#tdv costumes#waits for the inevitable complaints because there are no Kentaur costumes on this list#Anonymous
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