oh melchior

  • Hi my name is Melchior Gabor and I have short messy brown hair and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Austin Mckenzie (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). [[I’m not related to Goethe but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking good writer.]] I’m a radical but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also a student, and I go to a school called Knochenbruch's Lutheran Academy in Germany where I’m in the ninth year (I’m fourteen). I’m a atheist (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. For example today I was wearing a black school boy uniform with a black tie, black suspenders, a white shirt and black shoes. I was walking outside the hayloft. It was raining and I could smell the hay and hear Wendla Bergman's heartbeat which I was very happy about. A lot of adults stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.
what character from spring awakening should you fight

Thea - hahahaha no. she’ll kick your ass in a second without even breaking a nail. definitely do not
Martha - I don’t really know why you’d want to fight her but you’ll lose because the moment you try I will come flying at you with a roundhouse kick. don’t fight martha
Wendla - girl’s got some spunk. you’ll be fooled by her charms and then next thing you know you’re in a headlock on the pavement
Georg - an easy win, but do you really want to fight georg? lmao i’m just kidding that would be hilarious
Ilse - she’ll kick you before you can even say ‘come at me bro’ ilse neumann takes no shit
Hanschen - he’s speedy but you could probably trip him up. if you really want to fight him, go for it
Otto - hmm it’s a little risky because he probably spends his free time lifting. if you really wanna fight him i’d say go for a rap battle
Anna - again, bad idea. she’ll definitely knock you over immediately
Moritz - he’s been through enough, okay? don’t fight moritz.
Ernst - you can try to fight him but i guarantee he’s faster than you.
Melchior - oh god please fight melchior. do it for me. for all of us. please. it’ll be a rough fight because he’s kind of aggressive, but you can easily wear down his defenses by insulting his intelligence.

Returning Lost Notebooks

Anon said:  for the melchritz prompt thing. maybe a wrong number au or accidental meetings

IDK if this counts as “Accidental meeting” But DAMN i luv this AU and for some reason i haven’t seen it done before??????

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No one ever really returned lost notebooks, did they? People always wrote their name and email and address on their notebook, but Moritz had never witnessed or heard of anyone actually lose their notebook and then get an email or text saying: ‘Hey, I found your book. When can you pick it up?’

That was until Moritz found a dark blue leather bound notebook sitting on the edge of a fountain in the park. It was just beginning to drizzle rain when he was shuffling through to meet Ilse at a cafe and catch up over lunch. And that’s when he spotted the notebook on the edge of the stone mountain, spewing water out of a cherub’s mouth.

It was already damp, but the pages weren’t destroyed yet and he felt the need to save it before it became a mess of runny ink and ruined pages. He grabbed it quickly, flipping through the pages to see that there slightly smudged pen-writing on most of the pages. He didn’t want to go through it, so he simply skipped to the front to see the same smudged writing on the inside cover.

‘M. Gabor, 3548 Edington Alley APT 2’

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anonymous asked:

Are you going to the winter dance? Do you plan on taking anyone?

I may go, I haven’t thought too much about it. I do enjoy dancing even if I don’t know most of the songs. I don’t know if I can take anyone, just because I don’t know anyone who would even say yes if I asked them. Any ideas?

A Little Love

Hanschen’s neighbors hated him.  When sweet Ernst, who baked pies whenever someone moved in and had a key to everyone else’s apartment, announced he was finally getting a roommate and the roommate was his boyfriend, everyone had been thrilled.  Wendla and Ilse across the hall had even offered to throw a party for the new guy, or at least help him move in, but Ernst had politely declined.  “He’s kind of private,” he told them, thanking them profusely for the offer.

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Moritz had never broken a rule in his life.

Okay, maybe that wasn’t true, but only if you counted ‘show up to class on time’ as a rule. Because then he’d broken a few. But he’d never intentionally broken a rule. He didn’t skip classes (on purpose), he didn’t sneak out after check-in, he even obeyed lights-out like he was some kind of freshman.

So he definitely never thought that he’d be keeping watch while Ernst Robel picked the lock to a mysterious door that was in the hallway under the auditorium. Or the theater, as Ernst put it.

“Where did you even learn to pick a lock,” Moritz asked, looking down the hallway nervously in case some security guard decided to be really good at their job. After all, none of the doors that led them here were locked, and there were several prop couches lined up in the hallway. It would be a pretty ideal place for-

“Got it!” Ernst announced as the door clicked and he pushed it open triumphantly. He pulled a mini flashlight out of his pocket and started walking into the dark abyss of pipes and boilers that surrounded the room. Moritz stood frozen at the doorway. “Are you coming?”

“I don’t know,” Moritz said, glancing behind him. “Maybe I should stay here. You know, and keep the door open.”

“It doesn’t lock from the inside,” Ernst sighed. “Okay, stand there, I’ll show you.” Ernst swung the door closed between them and a moment of panic washed over Moritz - what if it locked his friend in? Moritz couldn’t pick the lock to save him!

Thankfully, the knob turned and Ernst opened the door.

“See? We won’t get locked in. Plus, there’s a vent that leads right outside of the chapel, if we really get stuck.” Moritz swallowed his nerves and closed the door behind them, shutting out all the light from the hallway, and leaving them in the darkness with only a flashlight to guide them.

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Waking Up In Your Best Friend’s Bed

Moritz woke himself up by almost falling off of Melchior’s bed. The same one that they’d cram into during sleep overs as little kids.

For a moment, he almost thought that it was a sleep over. It felt like those mornings back in third grade. Just like those mornings, he woke up a bit confused to where he was. But then he saw the light blue walls covered in posters. Huh. Melchior’s room. That wasn’t too unusual. Maybe he’d just roll over to find Melchi reading or getting dressed, telling hims to get his lazy ass up.

What was unusual, was that he was naked. This dawned on him only a moment before he felt Melchior shift beside him. Or rather, against him.

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  • Melchior: Do you wanna know how I actually hurt my wrist?
  • Magilou: Yes.
  • Melchior: I was hula-hooping. Artorius and I attend a class for fitness and fun.
  • Magilou: Oh my God.
  • Melchior: I've mastered all the moves: the pizza toss, the tornado, the scorpion, the oopsie doodle.
  • Magilou: Why are you telling me this??
  • Melchior: Because no one will ever believe you.
  • Magilou: You sick son of a bitch!

                                         an artistic exhibition

              in which hanschen hates art musems and ernst is the best

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