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❝ incoming transmission: WOVES, AXE from the planet of CONCORDIA is making arrangements to land on batuu. the THIRTY-NINE year old HUMAN is here to become a NITE OWL. keep a close eye on them, i hear they can be TOUGH, PERCEPTIVE, and PRACTICAL. they have documented that they always bring their BLASTER with them.

LINKS: PINTEREST.

❝ STANDARD DATA.

full name : axe kotep woves

aka : n/a

age : thirty-nine

birthday : april 17, 41 BBY

gender & pronouns : cis male, he/him

orientation : pansexual

species : human

occupation : nite owl, teacher

❝ APPEARANCE.

hair : brown

eyes : brown

height : 6′3″

scent : bergamot, pepper, citrus

accent : concordian ( british, leaning londoner ) -- his voice is on the deeper side, and his accent is reminiscent of all the other mandalorians raised on-planet, but much more informal and rough.

tattoos : an owl standing on a skull on his right upper arm, a pair of black and white snakes on his left forearm, mandalorian symbol on his chest, little star field on the back of his left arm above his elbow for thalia

piercings : none

face claim : peter gadiot

❝ PERSONALITY.

positive traits : brave, loyal, perceptive, practical, even

negative traits : impulsive, addictive, cold, unrelenting

force signature : smoking a cigarette on a balcony at three a.m in the freezing cold

❝ BACKGROUND.

birth place : concordia

father : kenma woves - fc: josh brolin ( deceased )

mother : anni theld - fc: salma hayek ( deceased )

siblings : jess - fc: ariadne diaz ( younger sister, deceased ), nali - fc: selena gomez ( younger sister, deceased )

pets : none

notable skills : combat and weapons, teaching, advisory

❝ MISCELLANEOUS.

zodiac : aires

alignment : chaotic neutral

mbti : isfj, the defender

hogwarts house : gryffindor

greek deity : dionysus

greatest wish : for mandalorians to be safe

greatest fear : extinction

pop culture characters : fedya dolokhov from natasha, pierre, and the great comet of 1812, johnny from american idiot, eddie birdlace from dogfight, one from 6 underground, four from divergent, curtis from snowpiercer, a perfect blend of jasper, emmett, and carlisle from the twilight saga, sitka from brother bear, indiana jones, john mcclain from die hard, jude from across the universe, lil bit of sweeney todd in there i’m sure, fiyero from wicked, doc brown from back to the future ( lol )

among us details : wouldn’t play, but would watch someone else play and then text other people what other people are doing

❝ HISTORY.

axe was born a year after the mandalorian civil war, in which his parents fought for the traditionalists. when the mandalorian traditionalists were exiled to concordia, they tried to build a life that made sense for them. one where they could live as mandalorians should -- not hiding behind weakness and pacifism, but actually being the warriors they were destined to be.

so that meant axe was raised to be fucking hateful and angry as all hell. he swore he’d been fighting as soon as he could walk, constantly having to hold his own against the people he was raised around. he knew from the moment he was aware that he would always be a target in this galaxy. he needed to be prepared for the inevitable.

the more axe trained and got corrupted by the people that were supposed to love him, the more his frustration turned on the government that banished them in the first place. the rhetoric surrounding the sanctuary on sundari was radicalizing, and with the clone wars sparking up and the frustration hitting a fever pitch, death watch was formed and axe, a nineteen year old stick of dynamite, happily joined.

he had met and got to know bo katan kryze quite well, and she wound up appointing him into the nite owls, an elite group of warriors. because axe was well-educated in combat and weapons, and he was incredibly effective, he was a great candidate for the squad. he could run the charge or follow others, he was always ready, he was a perfect soldier and a perfect leader when he needed to be.

he was proud to serve in death watch and the nite owls, proud to join his siblings in the cause and send a message to the duchess and the sycophants that followed her. death watch’s methods may have been extreme, but they had to make their voices heard somehow.

but then they brought darth maul into things, and bo katan wasn’t about to get decapitated too. axe followed bo as death watch splintered, they had to get the republic involved, satine kryze was murdered, and everything fell apart. death watch and the nite owls fled and had to start figuring things out from a new angle, which was frustrating as all hell -- it felt like another banishment. but bo katan was determined to correct things and get mandalorians back to the way they were supposed to be. hard to do with no darksaber, but there wasn’t much else to do. bo katan was named regent of mandalore, but with the republic gone, it wasn’t much of a title.

as the empire rose, they wound up just doing whatever they could to try and hurt imperial forces. mandalore was shattered glass and there was nothing that anyone could do. axe was extremely restless and ready to destroy whatever appeared in their way.

after destroying the arc pulse generator ( nicknamed “duchess” and invented to destroy any mandalorian in beskar ), bo katan winds up with the darksaber again and all that’s left is to try and rebuild their people. things were dire, but that came as no surprise. the great purge had begun, and struggling to survive became constant. constant fighting, constant running, trading off between hiding and making moves, it was like being trapped in a loop and forced to contend with the fact that the all-powerful empire wanted you dead and would stop at nothing to finish you off. and he had two younger sisters that died thanks to the empire. it was the last straw, really -- as if he wasn’t a cataclysm before, this was just... it was too much. it was all too much.

axe could barely contain everything that he was feeling. he wound up turning to whatever would make him feel better, usually drugs and alcohol. it never got in the way of his missions, so it wasn’t anyone’s fucking business. who cares what he did as long as he was the perfect soldier. and he was. he fucking was. he was the perfect goddamn soldier and he always made it through. for his sisters, for his people, he was a warrior without peer.

the empire fell and the new republic rose. bo katan lost the darksaber to moff gideon. it was crushing, maddening -- the fact that another aruetii found his way into their fucking business was killing them. bo katan was determined to get it back, and naturally, axe and the nite owls were ready to support her.

the years seemed to scroll by in a haze -- mainly because axe himself was in a haze. he paid no mind to the damage he was doing to himself. he only realized what was going on when bo katan told him it was over. it was time the nite owls continue on without them. they were doing just fine, and she and the other original crew were aging out of their positions. they could continue to advise and go on missions when necessary, but it was time for the nite owls to keep going, the way bo always prayed they would. they had to persevere.

axe was angry at first. he didn’t want to stop, he wanted to continue the fight for his people until he literally couldn’t move anymore. being a warrior was the one thing he knew how to do. it was the only thing he was good at, how could he just stop?? yes, he would still be a nite owl, but it wasn’t the same, and they both knew it.

bo katan made him in charge of teaching and training the new generations of warriors. after all, that was his wheelhouse. it put him out of the action but kept him active, and hopefully the need to cope with drugs would subside. and bo katan was right -- axe was an incredible teacher, he could relax a little with the self-medicating, and he could do something good for mandalorians. he could continue to help his people, just in a new way.

and since he didn’t want these young people to feel the way he felt, axe started to soften up. age would do that to you anyway, but on his first day he looked at the soft-cheeked faces of so many children and he just couldn’t allow them to be raised the way he was. so he still taught them to be warriors, yes, but he wasn’t going to abuse them to make them that way. he was going to teach them how to be strong, and confident, and prepared. he taught them to love themselves and their siblings in arms, and he taught them to be ready. he taught them everything he knew to be true of others, but could never believe about himself.

as a mandalorian, you’re trained to believe you will die in a war or thanks to a massacre. it’s so rare that you reach your forties, much less your sixties, and axe had always constantly waited for the other shoe to drop. but he just didn’t expect it to end like this.

axe and the others were making a stop on coruscant to refuel before rushing off to another remote part of the galaxy. he was sixty-seven, for stars’ sake, but still just as spry and ready for anything as he was in his twenties and thirties. he left the ship to get a few supplies for a woman on their ship that was expecting a child in the next few days. he figured he’d only be out for maybe an hour.

he made it through the coruscanti crowds pretty easily, sticking to darker paths and the underbelly, avoiding peoples’ gaze and just trying to get his task done when he saw a first order officer aggressively arresting a young man who was begging for his life. axe removed his helmet and walked over, suggesting calmly that they all relax and solve the problem in a kinder way. the officer took one look at the mandalorian and instead of lowering the stakes, axe had unknowingly raised them significantly. he was just some old guy wearing armor, why was this a problem?

the officer started causing even more of a scene, axe tried to get out of the situation, and the young man wrenched out of a trooper’s grip and pulled his blaster on the officer. axe rushed between them to try and calm everyone down, but the first order officer was already retaliating. axe was shot and dropped to the ground. the young man ran away, and the bystanders stared as a man in beskar had all but presented his armor for the taking.

the officer had to order everyone to keep their distance as the troopers stripped his body for the beskar, leaving him in his flightsuit. the other mandalorians heard about the event over an intercepted comm they’d been monitoring. axe woves died like a mandalorian, but alone. not fighting some glorious battle, not in some massacre that would make him a martyr, he died in the street and was stripped of his armor like a fucking droid or a ship.

❝ ARRIVAL ON BATUU.

he’s another member of the afflicted, so he wakes up in the woods like everyone else, confused and a little worried.

but the biggest kick in the gut has to be the fact that he wakes up without his armor. it can only mean one thing for him, given how he died. and it just... disgusts him to no end. it’s violating. the first order has his armor and he wishes more than anything he could go back in time and fix it.

❝ PRESENT.

he really isn’t sure what’s going on, all he knows is that he doesn’t have his armor and he’s heartbroken. he feels lost.

❝ HEADCANONS.

he has crippling insomnia- even worse than din. because din collapses sometimes, but i genuinely guarantee that axe’s death was the first time he’s slept since he was fourteen. he developed it from all the internalized anxiety from his parents and all the fighting. he straight up doesn’t sleep, so that’s helpful if you need advice at four in the morning.

his addictions still bother him. he really struggles and has sworn off certain things, but others are still part of his life and he’s not sure he can fully let them go. he’s lived through a cycle of addiction and withdrawal basically since he was 20. he’s just... gotten used to it at this point.

axe and advice. a whole thing. okay so he’s actually really fucking great at giving advice, he’s like that fascinating uncle that could tell you everything you need to know about everything. he believes that lying to children is wrong and if you want to know about something dangerous, it’s smarter to just tell you than to let you be caught unaware. the only problem is, because he’s what a hippie would be like if hippies loved violence, sometimes his advice tilts a little... uh... wack? like ‘kill them’ is his first answer for most things until he’s given more context. as a rule of thumb, don’t ask him anything without giving him all the context up front. if he’s got context, we’re good. if you ask something open-ended... prepare for something out of pocket.

he is actually kinda fucking iconic. think deimos, just a little more wise and a little more weird. he’s spent his whole life being so impossibly angry about literally everything, so the fact that he got a little weird in his 60′s is totally justifiable. now that he’s back to life, a tiny bit of that weirdness is still there -- he’s a bit of a blend of his old self and his Older self.

fave movies are the back to the future trilogy.

❝ TIMELINE OF IMPORTANT EVENTS.

41 BBY / AGE 0 : birth on concordia

22 BBY / AGE 19 : start of the clone wars, joins death watch / nite owls

19 BBY / AGE 21 : siege of mandalore

10 ABY / AGE 50 : mission on trask

13 ABY / AGE 53 : becomes the fighting and weapons instructor for the clan

27 ABY / AGE 67 : dies on coruscant

35 ABY / AGE 38 : present, wakes up on batuu

#* axe : intro.#intros.

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just-wait-until-tomorrow · 4 years

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I realize I’m incredibly late, but I’m just articulating some of my own thoughts so don’t mind me if I’m just repeating things that have already been said.

I think Great Comet at its core is just a story of people who are trapped by those they love.

Also this isn’t me condemning any characters! I’m just trying to think of everything from everyone’s different perspectives.

Natasha, though she loves Andrey, and though she may also love Anatole, is trapped in different ways by each one. Andrey is far away, and I feel as if to some extent she may feel a bit of an obligation to him? (I haven’t read War and Peace so this may be inaccurate—I’m really only speaking to my interpretation to the musical, of course.) Anatole is, to her, an escape and an act of rebellion. I think, also, to some extent she’s unable to deal with the possibility that she is being taken advantage of, and that it’s a situation in which she doesn’t really have much agency.

But she also doesn’t have much agency the other way, either. She feels she is choosing to go with him, and that its her choice, and that it’s been taken away from her by Sonya and Marya—and maybe that’s true! And of course, we also understand Sonya and Marya’s concern for her—running off with the sleazy brother of an already sleazy woman who she’s just met isn’t exactly safe.

It’s Natasha in every part of her life having no choice or agency, and fighting against allowing it to be true at every chance she gets—without even really realizing it’s what she’s doing.

But it’s not *just* Natasha.

Sonya loves Natasha, they’re friends since childhood. But going with the theme here, Sonya is ‘trapped’ by Natasha—forced to betray her to ensure Natasha’s safety.

Mary is trapped by her father, who she loves, despite the ‘strained’ and abusive relationship it is. She’s trapped by her love for him—she couldn’t just abandon him and let him die, even if he’s mean and old and treats her without respect.

Pierre and Helene are both trapped by each other. And I do think they love each other, not because they’re a good match but simply because they’ve been married for a long period of time in which it’s hard to not care about someone you live with. Helene wants someone she can party with, have fun with, and Pierre just... isn’t that. And for all her flaws I do think she cares for him. (“He will kill you, stupid husband!” “So I shall be killed, what is it to you?” She actually cares to comment that he might die, while adding ‘stupid husband’ to make sure it doesn’t sound actually sentimental. And just listen to her scream when Dolokhov shoots.) Even if she does, she cheats because she feels trapped, just as Pierre does by her (this is like, mentioned so many times I don’t think I have to elaborate that?). I think there might be something too about Helene and her relationship to Anatole too but I haven’t thought about it enough, or don’t really have enough to draw from I don’t think.

I’m a little loathe to like, include Anatole in this, because you know, but arguably he’s trapped too by his marriage which clearly means so little to him—which everyone keeps bringing up, everyone keeps trying to ‘deprive him of this pleasure’. That’s how he’d see it, at least.

#op #the great comet of 1812 #natasha pierre and the great comet of 1812 #great comet #dave malloy #my thoughts #ik i said im not condemning characters but like if my anatole dislike is showing well i dont think anyone will fight me on it #text

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arcqna-hoe · 5 years

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hey uhhhhh war and peace / great comet au ? (it’s juicy I swear)

I really hope at least one person gets this otherwise I will die instantly ok let’s go (also great comet is the musical based on the section of W&P I’m pulling from. also, the lyrics below each description are some lines from the musical that solidified my choices)

Brief summary: A young girl, with her fiancé away at war, visits her godmother with her cousin. While in Moscow, she is seduced by an already married man with the help of his sister, and attempts to elope. Her cousin stops the plot and, after being told by her fiancé’s best friend that he won’t ever forgive her/take her back, takes solace in the same best friend, who has loved her since they were children. He confesses his love to her and later, after the events of the musical, get married (and ironically, are some of the only characters to survive the burning of the city and the war.)

MC is [Natalya/Natasha/Natalie Rostova] - the young and beautiful (though naive) child of a noble russian family. Eventually tries to run away with Lucio/Anatol, but after that fails, seeks refuge in Julian/Pierre.

“The first time I heard your voice, moonlight burst into the room!...I will love you...I will do anything for you!”

Julian is [Pierre/Pytor Bezukhov], the sad illegitimate (but favorite) child of an deceased Count. Rich and always having a drunk existential crisis, childhood friend of MC/Natasha, married unhappily to Nadia/Helene. Low key high key wants to die and Asra/Andrei’s best friend.

“I drink too much, right now while my friend fights and bleeds....the zest of life has vanished, only the skeleton remains...I used to be better. Iused to be better! I used to be better...I pity you, I pity me, I pity you!”

Portia is [Sonya/Sofia Rostova], MC’s cousin from a poorer family. MC is her best friend and she would go to the ends of the earth for them. Eventually stops Lucio’s/Anatol’s kidnapping plot.

“I won’t let you throw yourself over...Is it all up to me?”

Mazelinka is [Marya Dmitrievna], MC’s godmother and Empress of Moscow. Stoic and spoils MC but is also very stern when need be. Relies greatly on Julian/Pierre.

“Welcome, welcome to Moscow!...I’ll take you where you must go! Pet you a bit and I’ll scold you a bit...”

Asra is [Andrei Bolkonsky], betrothed to MC and away at war fighting Napoleon. Genuinely loved MC/Natasha, but refuses to forgive her after her attempt at running away with Lucio/Anatol.

“I never said I could forgive.”

Lucio is [Anatol Kuragin], the mischievous playboy set on stealing MC/Natasha for his own selfish purposes, despite already being married to a random chick in Poland. Extremely alluring and hot, though. Eventually chased out of Moscow by Julian/Pierre after his plot to elope with MC/Natasha fails.

“I must love your or die! If you love me say yes, and I’ll come and steal you away, steal you out of the dark!”

Nadia is [Helene/Ellen Bezukhov (maiden Kuragin)] the wife of Julian/Pierre and the sister of Lucio/Anatol. Ruler of Moscow’s social hierarchy, vain, alluring...cheats on Julian/Pierre, and helps their brother Lucio/Anatol seduce and nearly kidnap MC/Natasha.

“Beautiful, barely clothed...queen of society...and much exposed neck, around which she wears a double string of pearls!”

Valerius is [Fedya Dolokhov], an assassin from the mountains. Lucio/Anatol’s right hand main, though he doesn’t always agree with his plans - especially the one to kidnap an already engaged woman.

“Dolokhov is fierce, but not too important. A crazy good shot!”

Muriel is [Princess Mary Bolkonsy] Asra/Andrei’s brother/sister. Quiet, meek, mild, religious...and mistreated by her/his father.

“The pride of sacrifice gathers in my soul...and I dare to judge him? I disgust myself.”

Anyways this au killed me

That’s it

I’m dead

Thanks for coming to my ted talk

#the arcana #arcana visual novel #war and peace #great comet #julian devorak #ilya devorak #portia devorak #count lucio #nadia satrinava #muriel #asra the magician #asra arcana #asra alnazar #mc #apprentice

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princeandreis · 6 years

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great comet -- explained!

so I was talking to @viennaleia who just recently started listening to great comet, and I remembered how hard it was for me to figure out what was going on. it involved a lot of googling, re-listening, genius lyrics, and wikipedia summaries. a mostly enjoyable but rather difficult process. so I decided I’d make an easy summary for those of you who are as confused about great comet as we all were when we started out!

warning: there are obviously hella spoilers ahead for great comet (and war & peace), so read at your own risk!

a few things --

one, this summary goes song-by-song narrating the plot and filling in gaps. great comet is an entirely sung-through show, so you aren’t missing any scenes by listening to the soundtrack.

two, I’m using the Broadway version of the soundtrack to narrate. I’m not sure how different the off-Broadway version is.

three, I’m gonna try to keep this as bare as possible. I love great comet with my whole heart and I could talk about all of the themes and motifs and everything forever, but I’m trying to keep this just as a summary so people have less of a hard time with the plot.

so here we go!! this is gonna be super long so buckle tf up!!

act one

prologue ~ introduces the characters and tells you what you need to know about them. pretty self-explanatory so I’m gonna leave this one here.

pierre ~ he’s so complex that he can’t be summed up in a few words like all the other characters, so he gets his own introductory song. puts pierre’s existential despair on full display.

moscow ~ natasha and sonya, the two cousins/bffs, arrive in moscow to spend time with natasha’s godmother, marya dmitrievna, who is well-respected in society. they’re there to pass the time before their fiances get back from the war (in the book the circumstances are a bit more complicated, but we’ll ignore that for now). natasha talks about how much she misses her fiance, andrey, whose family she’s about to meet for the first time. marya assures her that all she has to do is make sure she gets along with andrey’s sister, and everything will be fine.

the private and intimate life of the house ~ offers the audience a look into how things are at the house of andrey’s family (princess mary and old prince bolkonsky, their father). bolkonsky is abusive and manipulative, which has left mary feeling like she’s the only one who can take care of him. she expresses her loneliness, and she and her father discuss natasha, who is coming shortly for tea. bolkonsky shows off his crazies.

natasha & bolkonskys ~ natasha arrives for tea, and it’s awkward. I mean awkward. natasha and mary immediately hate each other, but try to mask it with cold politeness. bolkonsky shows off his crazies, pt 2, and is super rude to natasha. she leaves in tears, leaving mary feeling horrible.

no one else ~ natasha sings about her love for andrey, begging him to come home. it’s beautiful and sad and fantastic. she just really loves him, dude

the opera ~ marya takes natasha and sonya to the opera, which is natasha’s grand moment of coming out in society. she’s wearing a more revealing dress for the first time, since she’s now considered a woman. she is flattered and bewildered by the attention she receives for her beauty. helene and dolokhov come in together, and it’s revealed that she’s cheating on pierre (her husband, who’s not there) with dolokhov. the opera begins, and natasha doesn’t understand it. she becomes kind of intoxicated (idk this part’s super weird sghjfdkhsdjfmv) by the lights and the crowd. anatole enters in the middle of the opera, and natasha is captivated by his looks. the opera continues, and anatole and natasha ogle each other from their seats and it’s weird. the opera concludes and anatole enters natasha’s box.

natasha & anatole ~ natasha and anatole get to know each other a little. and by that I mean anatole is super thirsty and natasha doesn’t know what to do about it. she is frightened of how much attraction there is between them. anatole asks her to come to a ball that’s happening at his house soon, but she doesn’t give him a straight answer.

the duel ~ anatole greets pierre, his friend, and invites him to go to the club with him and dolokhov. pierre accepts. they go to the club, where a raucous party is happening. pierre drinks a bunch and talks about his alcoholism and sadness. anatole tells his sister helene (whom he’s probably sleeping with on the side OOF) and his friend dolokhov about how thirsty he is for natasha. he knows she’s engaged, but doesn’t care. it also turns out that anatole is also married, but it’s a secret to everyone except pierre, dolokhov, and helene. dolokhov taunts pierre about how he’s sleeping with pierre’s wife and everyone knows it. pierre drunkenly challenges him to a duel (for honor reasons and whatnot). dolokhov agrees, because he’s a bitch and a “crazy good shot.” pierre shoots dolokhov, but he doesn’t really mean it and regrets it right away. he stands straight up, fully ready to die, but dolokhov misses, and is taken away to be cared for. pierre is declared the winner. anatole asks helene to get natasha to come to their party, and she agrees. he helps the inebriated pierre get home.

dust & ashes ~ pierre reflects on his brush with death, and regrets how much of his life he’s wasted looking for truth in places he’d never find it. he also talks about love and stuff and it’s full of cool themes. it’s drunken existential crisis 101, but he decides he’s ready to change and live a better life. inspiring af 10/10.

sunday morning ~ natasha and sonya light a candle in front of a mirror and look into it, which is a russian fortune-telling tradition. natasha thinks she sees andrey lying down, and is frightened because she doesn’t know what that means. she reflects on what has happened with anatole, and wonders if she’s being unfaithful to andrey because of her confused feelings. marya leaves to confront prince bolkonsky about how rude he was to natasha. helene shows up while natasha is in her room trying on dresses.

charming ~ helene uses her charms and flattery (and a fair amount of bad logic) to convince natasha to come to the party at the kuragins’ (her and anatole’s) house. natasha agrees to attend.

the ball ~ natasha and anatole dance together, and anatole tells her he loves her. she resists his advances initially, but he puts a lot of pressure on her and kisses her. she admits she loves him, too, and they promise their love to each other.

act two

letters ~ people write letters. pierre writes to andrey at the war, updating him on life in moscow. he reveals that dolokhov will recover from his gunshot wound, and discusses natasha’s arrival in town. (if you didn’t know, pierre is super in love with natasha, who’s an old family friend, but he doesn’t really know that himself yet.) pierre talks about how he’s done a lot of reading as he searches for the meaning of life, and he’s used that study to do some funky math to “prove” that he’s meant to kill napoleon (yes, that napoleon. pierre really hates napoleon). natasha struggles to write a letter to andrey explaining what’s happened. she receives a letter from princess mary, who still feels awful about what happened between them and wants to try to be friends. natasha has no idea how to answer. anatole sends a love letter to natasha (which was written by dolokhov). he asks her to elope with him, and she agrees. she falls asleep with his love letter in her hand.

sonya & natasha ~ sonya finds and reads anatole’s love letter, and figures out what’s going on. she tries to convince natasha that what she’s doing is a terrible idea, and not just for her sake. sonya worries also for the sake of their family’s honor and wellbeing, since a scandal like this would ruin them. natasha doesn’t listen, and scorns her cousin’s advice, even telling sonya she hates her. she writes a letter in response to princess mary, telling her that things are over between her and andrey.

sonya alone ~ sonya resolves to protect natasha from ruin at all costs, even though natasha is extremely upset with her. she watches her cousin become distant and dreamy, and figures out that natasha has some kind of plan in mind with anatole. she misses natasha’s friendship, and will do everything she possibly can to keep her from harm.

preparations ~ anatole runs into pierre, and tells him he’s running off to get married. pierre, not knowing who he’s talking about, teases him since he’s already married. anatole and dolokhov prepare for anatole to abduct natasha, carry her off to poland, and marry her. dolokhov tries to convince anatole it’s a stupid idea, but anatole won’t listen and he relents. balaga, the driver they hired, arrives.

balaga ~ this is a fun song that’s just kind of a break from plot. it explains how balaga is a longtime friend of anatole and dolokhov’s, and is an absolutely insane driver who loves drinking (especially while he drives).

the abduction ~ anatole throws his “bachelor party,” so to speak -- it’s his last hurrah before eloping with natasha. pierre joins in, still unaware what exactly is taking place or who anatole’s running away with. the party sets out for natasha’s house, where anatole’s plan is set in motion. a maid leads him into the house to collect natasha, but he is stopped by marya. he and dolokhov make their chaotic escape.

in my house ~ marya scolds natasha for her actions, and sonya tries to comfort her. natasha throws a temper tantrum, and refuses to admit she or anatole did anything wrong. she goes back to waiting for him at her window.

a call to pierre ~ marya sends an urgent letter to pierre, begging him to visit her. she explains the situation, and he’s infuriated. he reveals that anatole is already married. marya asks him to send anatole away from moscow, and he accepts.

find anatole ~ pierre rushes around moscow trying to find anatole. he enters a club, where patrons are gossiping about the elopement. pierre shuts down the rumors, preserving natasha’s honor. natasha is told that anatole is married, and she is destroyed by the news. pierre returns home, where helene is with her brother. pierre insists on speaking to him alone, to which he agrees.

pierre & anatole ~ pierre confronts anatole about what he has done, threatens him, and demands any letters he has from natasha. (onstage, natasha poisons herself.) he then tells anatole that he must stay out of moscow forever. anatole leaves for petersburg.

natasha very ill ~ sonya reflects by herself. natasha has poisoned herself and is safe now, but is still very sick. andrey is due to return, and tensions in the house run high.

pierre & andrey ~ andrey returns, reunites with his old friend pierre, and they discuss what has happened with natasha in his absence. he has heard the rumor that she wanted to elope with anatole. andrey tells pierre that even though he knows it would be the right thing to forgive natasha and ask for her hand again, he just can’t do it. he leaves pierre with all the letters natasha had written him.

pierre & natasha ~ pierre visits natasha to return the letters. he fully intends to despise her for her foolishness, but his heart is broken by her childishly pitiable state. he does his best to comfort her, even though she despises herself for what has happened. he tells her that were he not a better man -- and unmarried -- he would propose to her right then and there. grateful, natasha gives him a loving glance and leaves the room in tears of relief.

the great comet of 1812 ~ getting into his sleigh, pierre reflects on all that has happened. something has radically changed within him because of the way natasha looked at him, and he feels hope for the future. he sees the great comet of 1812 in the sky. this specific comet is supposed to be an omen for terrible tragedy, but for pierre it symbolizes joy and new life. the show ends with a sense of peace, hope, and love.

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just-great-comet-things · 5 years

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{ and then, a rush of cold air }

hellooo, great comet fans!! welcome to my great comet fan blog. here's a little bit about myself, if you're interested:

•my favorite characters are dolokhov, anatole, sonya and princess mary

•my least favorite character is bolkonsky sr. (but if i has to choose a main character, it'd be hélène. still love her though)

•i didn't see the show live :(

•i'm a BIG fan of gelsey bell's other music (please talk to me about that)

•i'd die for nick choksi, gelsey bell, brittian ashford and literally everyone else in the cast,,, and dave malloy gd

•i much prefer denée's natasha over phillipa's natasha, i love them both but denée's portrayal of her is so PERFECT

•i have lots of feelings and questions about this musical,, oh boy,,

so yeah! that's a bit about myself. hope you guys like my blog!

>mod azudi

>>(that's not my actual name, it's based on azudi onyejewke, a hidden friend of pierre's throughout the musical!!)

#the great comet #the great comet of 1812 #natasha rostova #sonya rostova #marya dmitrievna #fedya dolokhov #anatole kuragin #hélène kuragina #marya bolkonskaya #nikolai bolkonsky #andrey bolkonsky #pierre bezukhov #balaga #does balaga have a last name? the world may never know

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peaches-of-1 · 5 years

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(Y/N), Namjoon, and The Great Comet of 1812

This is part 3 of this story. Everything was released today, so just scroll through my blog or check the mstrlst in my bio!

Changes: Russia is changed to Korea. Hanboks and such are worn. Instead of French being high language, it is English. Everyone is speaking in Korean, but since English is the language I am writing in, them actually speaking in English will be denoted by (^) being around the word(s). Example ^I love you^

Mstrlst in bio!

In this arbitrary year in Seoul, we write letters. So many letters. We put down in writing what is happening in our minds. Once it's on the paper, we feel better, oh so better. It's like some kind of clarity when the letter's done and signed. For example, Namjoon was in his study which was starting a new collection of bottles formerly filled with alcohol.

Dear Jackson,

Dear old friend how goes the war? Do we march on the enemies splendidly? Do our cannons crack and cry? Do our bullets whistle and sing? Does the air reek with smoke?

I wish I were there with death at my heels.

Dolokhov is recovering. He will be all right, the good man. And (Y/N) is in town your bride-to-be, so full of life and mischief. I should visit. I hear she is more beautiful than ever. How I envy you and your happiness.

Here at home I drink and read and drink and read and drink, but I think I've finally found it what my heart has needed. For I've been studying the Kabal, and I've calculated the number of the beast. It is Ronald! Six hundred three score and six, and I will kill him one day.

He's no great man. None of us are great men. We're caught in the wave of history. Nothing matters. Everything matters. It's all the same.

Oh, if only I could not see "it". This dreadful, terrible "it"

Letter-writing had returned since it was more private and taught the youth patience. The world and especially Seoul was in a time where things were repeating themselves in terms of style and fashion but with new knowledge, more diversity, and new values. However, the more things change the more they stay the same in some cases. Such as yours.

Even though you were sure you were in love with Jin, there were still questions happening in your mind. You had to tell him.

You sat down to pen your own letter

Dear Jackson—

“But what more can I write after all that has happened?” You asked yourself out loud but then became silent in case anyone was listening in.

What am I to do if I love him and the other one too? Must I break it off? You sighed at these terrible questions.Trying what Jeongyeon showed you, you saw nothing but the candle in the mirror. No visions of the future. This made you feel so lost and alone. And what of Princess Jennie? She had sent you a letter that you had received just today.

Dear (Y/N),

I am in deep despair at the misunderstanding there is between us. Whatever my father's feelings might be. I beg you to believe that I cannot help loving you. He is a tired old man and must be forgiven.

Please, come see us again.

“Dear Princess Mary—” You began, but what were you to write! How do you choose?

“What do I do? I shall never be happy again!” You worried while Namjoon went over his own terrible questions. Jennie was once again hiding from her father wishing she had someone to share her troubles with.

“I'm so alone here.” She said to herself.

The other two troubled humans echoed her sentiments of being so alone in here. Their minds were not sure of what to do about their current situations. It wasn’t as if they could simply tell someone who would completely understand and know the solution. The candle trick in the mirror did nothing to help.

It was nothing but the candle in the mirror. No visions of the future making everyone so lost and alone. That’s all they knew.

However there was a light in all of this, at least for you. It started “Dear (Y/N)~”

You got excited. It was a love letter? A love letter! A love letter! You held it to your chest.

“A letter from him, from the man that I love.”

A letter which Suga composed.

You didn’t know that and believed it was from your beloved Seokjin, the only person who was sharing their love for you. The only one here who was giving you what you craved and needed in the absence of your former love Jackson.

(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N). I must love you or die. Jagiya, jagiya, jagiya if you love me, say yes, and I will come and steal you away steal you out of the dark. (Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N). I want nothing more.

Biting your lip, you read the letter again and again just to be sure of his beautiful words. So well written and clever. They reflected him and his personality perfectly.

(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N). I must love you or die. Jagiya, jagiya, jagiya if you love me, say yes, and I will come and steal you away steal you out of the dark. (Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N). I want nothing more. Just say yes.

Just say yes? You looked at the letter again.

Just say yes~~~

“Yes, yes, I love him!” You shrieked. “How else could I have his letter in my hand?”

You read it twenty times. Thirty times, forty times! Each and every word. You loved him. You sat down in a common room, the plush of the couch reminding you of Seokjin’s warm lips. His comforting security.

I love him. It’s the last thing you think as you fall asleep, the letter falling from your tired grasp.

Jeongyeon returned from an outing, perhaps having mailed her own letters. Maybe simply catching up with and making new friends. Either way, when Jeongyeon returned, she went instantly to her dear cousin. She finds you asleep and with a letter in your hands. Not wanting it to get crumpled in your sleep--since you seemed so tender holding it--she removed it from your hand to placed it on a nearby desk.

However, she couldn’t help but read the note. Jeongyeon was mostly surprised at how many times your name had been written on it. That’s when she realized she had not been the diligent and caring cousin she believed herself to be.

How was it I noticed nothing? How could it go so far? She thought to herself. It can’t be that she loves him.

She looked at the letter, “It can’t be.” Then she placed a hand on your shoulder. “(Y/N).” “Jeongyeon, you’re back!” You smiled.

And with the tender resolve that often comes at the moment of awakening, you embrace your friend. But noticing Jeongyeon’s look of embarrassment, your face expressed confusion and suspicion. She was holding Jin’s paper.

“Jeongyeon, you’ve read the letter?”

She told the truth, “Yes…”

You began to beam, “Oh Jeongyeon, I’m glad. I can’t hide it any longer! Now you know we love one another! Oh Jeongyeon, he writes, he writes, he writes, he writes, he writes~! “And Jackson?”

Rolling your eyes, you tried to convince her, “Oh Jeongyeon, if you only knew how happy I am! You don’t know what love is.”

Your cousin followed as you moved around excitedly not sharing in the feeling of worry, “But (Y/N), can that all be over?”

“I do not grasp the question.” You furrowed your brow.

Jeongyeon asked straight out, “Are you refusing Prince Jackson?”

Scoffing, you started to get angry, “Oh, you don’t understand anything! Don’t talk nonsense, just listen--”

“But I can’t believe it, I don’t understand how you loved one man a whole year and suddenly— you’ve only known him three days! (Y/N), you're joking!”

Taking a moment to pause, you thought about your Jin, “Three days? It seems to me I’ve loved him a hundred years. It seems to me I’ve never loved anyone before. Not like this. I have no will, my life is his. I’ll do anything he wants me to. What can I do? Jeongyeon, what can I do?” You began to spin around the room. “I’m so happy and so frightened. Why can’t you understand? I love him!”

Jeongyeon became indignant, “Then I won’t let it come to that, I shall tell!” she started to go down the stairs.

Bursting into tears, you replied in a rage of emotions while trying to keep her from telling anyone else, “What do you mean? For God’s sake, if you tell, you are my enemy! You want me to be miserable. You want to tear us apart. For God’s sake, Jeongyeon, don’t tell anyone, don’t torture me. I have confided in you!”

She grabbed your shoulders, “What has happened between you? What has he said to you? Why doesn’t he come to the house and openly ask for your hand? Why this secrecy? Have you thought what his secret reasons may be?” Your cousin tried to talk some sense into you.

You wouldn’t listen, “I don’t know what the reasons are, but there must be reasons! Jeongyeon, one can’t doubt him!”

“Does he love you?”

“Does he love me?” The question amused you. “Why, you’ve read his letter, you’ve seen him. I can’t live without him.”

“(Y/N), think of our family and think of Prince Jackson.”

You simply replied, “Jackson said I was free to refuse him.”

Jeongyeon was so confused, “But you haven’t refused him, or have you?”

“Perhaps I have.” This reply was coy, but it caused you to think just a little bit. “Perhaps all is over between me and Wang-oppa. Would you think so badly of me?” You asked sweetly, hoping for a favorable answer.

She wasn’t having any of it, “I won’t succumb to your tender tone Natasha. I don’t trust him, Natasha! I’m afraid for you, Natasha! Afraid you are going to your ruin!”

Well, then, if she wouldn’t listen, “Then I’ll go to my ruin, yes I will, as soon as possible! But it’s not your business!” You grabbed your letter back from her. “It won’t be you, it’ll be me, who’ll suffer! Leave me alone, yes leave me alone! I hate you Jeongyeon! I hate you Jeongyeon! I hate you, I hate you! You’re my enemy forever!”

Now it was Jeongyeon that began to burst into sobs while you ran out of the room and grab the nearest piece of paper as well as a pen. Without a moment’s reflection, you wrote the answer to Princess Jennie you’d been unable to write all morning.

All our misunderstandings are at an end. Forget everything and forgive me, but I can’t be Jackson’s wife.

You continue to write while Jeongyeon stood in disbelief. Hard as it was, in the coming days, she watched her friend in your strange unnatural state. She wouldn’t let you out of her sight. You trailed off and stared at nothing. Laughed at random, and the letters came. You waited by the window, and she listened at the door until one day Jeongyeon saw by the sad look on your face there was a dreadful plan in your heart.

She knew you are capable of anything. She knew you so well, her friend. Jeongyeon knew you might just run away.

What am I to do? She wondered. Who do I ask for help? Is it all on me?

“Is it all on me?” The question came to her as a worried whisper.

Jeongyeon decided that she would stand in the dark for you, would hold you back by force, would stand there right outside your door. She wouldn’t see you disgraced. And would protect your name and your heart.

Because she missed her friend.

In her heart she knows you’ve forgotten her. She knows you so well. Her friend. She knew you might just throw yourself over, but she wouldn’t let you. She wouldn’t let you. Jeongyeon remembered this family. She remembered their kindness.

It didn’t matter if she never slept again. She would stand in the dark for you, would hold you back by force, would stand there right outside your door because she wouldn’t see you disgraced. And would protect your name and your heart because she missed her friend. She missed you like crazy even though you were just right there pretending everything was ok, that a man you just met but had never step foot into your house to officially ask for your hand was in love with you.

She peeked at you reading another one of his letters, “Because I miss you, my friend.”

Namjoon, just having bought a new bottle of soju, ran into Seokjin on the street. The bottle was already half empty. Jin seemed to be in a hurry, but the tipsy man called out for him.

“Ah, hyung! Where are you off too?”

“Namjoon, good man tonight I go away, on an adventure. You’ll not be seeing me for some time. I’ve found a new pleasure, and I’m taking her away. I’ll send you a letter from Japan.”

His brother in law couldn’t help but laugh, “Ha! An elopement! Fool, you are married already!”

Jin waved the thought away, “Don’t talk to me of that! I will not deprive myself of this one! Tonight! I take her tonight! Lend me 846.96 won?”

Getting out his wallet, Namjoon couldn’t help but think of Jin as a true sage living in the moment. What he wouldn’t give to be like him! And things were beginning to set in motion on the side of one Kim Seokjin and friends.

You see, (Y/W/N)’s abduction had all been arranged and the preparations made. On the day that Jeongyeon decided to save you, that was the day that the game was to be played. (Y/N) was to be on your back porch at ten. Seokjin and his sled team would scoop you up and then all would ride forty miles to the village of Incheon where an unfrocked priest was to make ya get wed then back into the sled off you’d go. They’d take the Japan highroad to the wedding bed.

Passports, horses, 169391.78 won Jin taken from his sister and another ten thousand raised with Yoongi’s help. Now they were gathered in Suga’s study drinking up some tea along with Jin and the two wedding witnesses. There was an abacus and paper money strewn on the desk, oriental rugs and bearskins hanging grotesque. Jin was walking with his hanbok belt untied.

He was just walking to and fro to and fro to and fro. Yoongi hated to see his friend like this, and it had a very slim chance of actually working out. He had to say something.

“Now wait! You better just give it up now. Why don’t cha while there’s still time?! You’d really better drop it all. Give it up now! While there’s still time! Do you know?”

Jin wasn’t having it, “What, teasing again? Fool don’t talk nonsense! Go to the devil! Eh? Really this is no time for your stupid jokes!”

Yoongi pursued, “I am not joking, I am talking sense. This is serious business, a dangerous business. Come here, come here, come here Jin! Why would I joke about it? Me of all people?”

He put his arm around Jin and looked him in the eyes, “Who found the priest, raised the money, got the passports, got the horses?”

The taller man pulled away, “And well I thank you for it. Do you think I am not grateful?”

“And now you’ll carry her away but will they let it stop there? You haven’t thought this through or do you just don’t care?” Yoongi grabbed his friend’s hand to keep him from walking away. “Now listen to me tell it to you one last time. They will take you to the court and convict you for your crime. Already married and you’re playing with a little girl. Don’t you know, don’t you think, don’t you know?”

Just as Jeongyeon had tried before to talk to a fool in so called love, it wasn’t getting through the target’s thick skull. Though this time, the mess was all his fault for playing with someone who he shouldn’t have played with in the first place.

With a huge pout on his face, Jin replied, “Nonsense, nonsense! I’m scowling and grimacing. Didn’t I explain it to you, didn’t I, what?”

And here Seokjin with the stubborn attachment small-minded people have for conclusions they’ve worked out for themselves, repeated his argument to him for the hundredth time.

As he paced, he explained once more, “If this marriage isn’t valid, then I’m off the hook, but if it is valid, it really doesn’t matter! No one abroad is gonna know a thing about it! Isn’t that so now don’t you know? Don’t talk to me, don’t don’t what what. Ah go to hell now!” He said as he clutched his hair. “It’s the very devil! Here, feel how it beats!”

Jin pressed his friend’s hand to his heart. He believed himself to be doing all of this for love, the love of (Y/N). Why else would he go through so much? For a petty fling? No! Never! He was a gentleman of true words and even truer actions.

“^Oh my love, my love! Even her foot, how gorgeous!^ What a foot she has, what a glance! A goddess!” Hearing heavy steps from outside, his handsome lips muttered something tender to himself. “It’s time! It’s time! Now then! Nearly ready? You’re dawdling! The driver is here! The driver is here! Kim Heechul is here!”

And this was when the real party began. All those who were waiting and those who saw the man pass by in his troika (horse pulled sleigh) a loanword from Russian began cheering for him, wondering why he was here in the first place.

“Hey Heechul! Ho Heechul Hey hey ho Heechul! Hey hey Heechul! The famous troika driver! Hey Heechul! Ho Heechul! Hey hey hey Heechul! Hey hey Heechul! The famous troika driver!”

A woman in a pastel green hanbok and matching handwarmer screamed, “Who’s that madman flying at full gallop down the street?”

While a man protecting his husband from the driver yelled, “Who’s that madman knocking people over running people down while his fine gentlemen hold on to their seats?”

Well, maybe they didn’t say fine gentlemen, but it sounds better that way.

Jin and Yoongi knew and called out, “It’s Kim Heechul!”

The man was driving mad at twelve miles an hour. That was Kim Heechul who warned those in the path, “Comin’ straight at you! Get out my way, get out my way!”

Heechul lashed his whip at horses and peasants, risking skin and life twenty times a year for his fine fine gentlemen. Yessir hey ho yessir.

Yessir yessir yessir. More than once he went from Wonju to Seoul and back in just one night. More than once he had a narrow escape from a wild crazy fight. Also more than once his passengers have beaten and slapped him with their gloves and then made him drunk on champagne, which he loved!

Those who were familiar with the sight continued to call out, “Hey Heechul! Ho Heechul Hey hey ho Heechul! Hey hey Heechul! The famous troika driver! Hey Heechul! Ho Heechul! Hey hey hey Heechul! Hey hey Heechul! The famous troika driver!”

The man arrives and things start getting packed into his troika. Seokjin greeted him, “Who’s that slowpoke we abuse with wild and tipsy shouts?”

To which Heechul responded, “Who knows things that would get you sent straight to Seodaemun if anyone found out?” with a wink.

He remembered that time when he drove at a mad twelve miles an hour calling into the snowy night, “Comin’ straight at you! Get out my way, get out my way!”

He would sometimes drink and dance with his newfound buddies and ride his horses into the ground for his fine fine gentlemen.

“Yessir hey ho yessir. Yessir yessir yessir!”

Now to think of it more than once he had driven these boys round with ladies on their laps as well as taken them places not on any maps. Heechul galloped faster than ordinary men would dare which consequently jumped his troika right into the air, but everything was fine as it would always be.

Yoongi tried to offer him money, but he shook his head, “And I never ask for won except maybe once a year. I don’t do this for won. I do it cuz I like ’ya!” Everyone replied, “And we like Heechul too!” Followed by old friends and new friends and potential clients going, “Whoa-ohhhh-oh-ohhhhh-oh-ohhh oo-oh-oo-oh-oo-oh! Whoa-ohhhh- oh-ohhhhh- oh-ohhh oo-oh-oo-oh-oo-oh!”

Cheerfully, Heechul danced and basked in the attention, “That's my song!”

“Whoa-ohhhh-oh-ohhhhh- oh-ohhh oo-oh-oo-oh-oo-oh!”

They stopped at the club on the way for one last round with friends before heading off to Japan for the foreseeable future.

Jin, standing on a table and holding a cup of soju broke into the noise with a clear voice, “Everyone raise a glass! Whoa… Well, chingus, we’ve had our fun. Lived, laughed and loved. Friends of my youth. When shall we meet again? I’m going abroad.”

He took a sip of his drink, “Goodbye my hyungs and noonas all my revels here are over. Well, goodbye, Lee Guk Joo kiss me one last time, whoa~ Remember me good Sana. There, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye. Wish me luck my hyungs and noonas. Now goodbye, goodbye, goodbye!”

Everyone seemed to repeat the same sentiments, “Goodbye my Worldwide Handsome. All your revels here are over. Well, goodbye, little dongsaeng. Kiss me one last time, whoa. Remember me Worldwide Handsome, there, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye. Wish you luck my little dongsaeng. Now goodbye, goodbye, goodbye~”

“Now drink!” Jin commanded and everyone put a cup to their lips and cheered and then smashed their glasses on the floor having seen it in that Thor movie in the past. Then everyone began to dance. Not everyone knew quite the reason though they had seen the past interactions between you and Jin.

But it wasn’t like a youth to pass up a reason to dance, drink, and party!

Even Namjoon broke the silence, wobbling slightly on top of the bar and holding up a glass to his friend, “Whoa! Here’s to happiness, freedom, and life! May your travel be swift as a scythe cuts through the grass!”

Seokjin smiled as his friend continued, “May your sorrows be counted and numbered as many As drops of beer and soju that stay in my glass!” Others cheered him on as he then began to dance and wish his friend luck on whatever adventure he was going on, “Haeng-un-eul bibnida! Gil han gae! Jal gala! Haeng-un-eul bibnida! Gil han gae! Jal gala!”

All the partygoers joined in, not having a reason not to, “Haeng-un-eul bibnida! Gil han gae! Jal gala! Haeng-un-eul bibnida! Gil han gae! Jal gala!”

Everyone began to leave, but then Seojin wanted to do something more, “Wait, wait, wait! Shut the door! First we have to sit down! Yes, that’s the way!

The guests and more began to sit down because of what this handsome face had told them, and honestly, they needed to sit for just a moment. The door closed as well.

“It’s a Russian custom.” He explained, but that just made them question why they were doing it themselves.

They looked at one another, some girls on guys laps, some guys on guys laps, and some girls’ tongues intertwining, and them some others who just came to have a good time just chilled on the floor or the nearest chair or table...Namjoon hit his friend in the chest playfully. A sign that he needed to stop playing around.

“Alright.” Jin said with a giggle.

Everyone up and left again, this time, Yoongi yelled to the few that were left, “Wait, wait, wait, wait! Where’s the fur cloak? Huh?” He met eyes with the others. “I have heard what elopements are like. She’ll rush out more dead than alive just in the things she is wearing. If you delay at all, there’ll be tears and ‘Appa’ and ‘Eomma’, and she’s frozen in a minute and must go back.”

The short, pale man grabbed the nearest fur cloak and draped it upon his lover’s arms, “But you wrap the fur cloak 'round her and you carry her to the sleigh. That’s the way. That’s the way.” He did this while carrying Hyolyn to the troika.

Once all was settled, Heechul hollered, “Let’s get outta here!”

And the troika tore down Koya Boulevard. When they reached the gate Min Yoongi whistled. The whistle was answered, and a maidservant ran out.

She was dressed in a simple but beautiful hanbok, “Come in through the courtyard or you’ll be seen; she’ll come out directly!”

Suga stayed by the gate. Seokjin followed the maid into the courtyard, turned the corner, ran up to the porch...where he was stopped by Youngja.

“You will not enter my house, scoundrel!”

Fuck.

Yoongi called to his friend, “Hyung, come back! Betrayed! Betrayed! Betrayed, Kim Seokjin! Betrayed! Come back! Betrayed, hyung! Betrayed! Betrayed!”

He ran after his friend and pulled him back into the sleigh, rescuing his friend and the men and the wedding witnesses flee just as you reached the door. Jeongyeon was running behind you but paused as you did when you saw the love of your life fleeing for his own.

In My House - Pierre and Anatole

Youngja was not happy as she pulled you back into the house, “You shameless good-for-nothing you vile, shameless girl. In my house, in my house, a nice girl! Very nice! You dirty nasty wench of a thing, now don’t you say one word.”

She said this a moment before your lips parted.

“In my house, in my house. Horrid girl, 암캐! It’s lucky for him he escaped, but I’ll find him.”

You began to walk away, not wanting to be yelled at with the pain in your chest.

“Now you listen to me when I speak to you!” She turned you around to face her. “Now you listen to me when I speak to you! In my house! In my house! Do you hear what I am saying or not?”

Then your whole body shook with noiseless, convulsive sobs. Your godmother touched her hand to your face, but you pushed it away.

“Don’t touch me! Let me be! What is it to me? I shall die!” Was how you responded.

Youngja went on berating you, “What are we to tell your father? Eh? In my house! In my house! What are we to tell Prince Jackson? Eh? Oh what do we tell your betrothed?”

That’s when you revealed, “I have no betrothed, I have refused him!”

“Natasha, come here, kiss me,” Jeongyeon begged, reaching out to your teary form, “Press your wet face to mine.”

Again, you yelled, “Don’t touch me!”

This time it was your godmother asking the questions your cousin had asked you before, “Why didn’t he come to the house? Why didn’t he openly ask for your hand? You were not kept under lock and key! Carrying you off like some 매춘부!”

You covered your ears, not wanting to hear anything against your love again.

“And if he had carried you off, don’t you think your father would have found him? Your father, I know him. He will challenge him to a duel and what then? Will that be all right? Eh?” She shoved you to get your attention. “He’s a scoundrel, he’s a wretch! That’s a fact!” “He is better than any of you.” You said. “He is better than any of you! Why did you interfere! Oh God, what is it all?! What is it?! Who are you to tell me anything?! Jeongyeon, why?! Go away! Everyone, go away!”

Lee Youngja tried to speak again but you cried out, “Go away! Go away! You all hate and despise me!” And you threw yourself down on the sofa.

“(Y/N)!” She changed her tone to a sweeter one before “Aein~”

She put a pillow under your head, covered you with two quilts, and brought you a glass of lime-flower water. But you did not respond.

“Well, let her sleep…” She said kindly before snapping at Jeongyeon who reached out to you, “Let her sleep.”

Everyone including your cousin, your aunts, and your maids left the room. However, you were not asleep. Your face was pale with eyes wide open. All that night you did not sleep or weep, just sat at the window waiting for him.

With the most extreme haste, Youngja drafted a letter and sent it on its way to the only person she believed would help her as he had done many times in the past. Namjoon. Kim Namjoon who was currently cursing the setting sun more than usual for being too bright.

A servant with kind eyes and red hair handed him an envelope, “A letter from Lee Youngja asking you to come and visit her on a matter of great importance relating to Jackson Wang and his betrothed.”

The hungover man suddenly sat up, “What?” Taking the letter. “What can they want with me?”

He quickly put on a coat and went to his older friend’s place, the cold as well as the urgency of the letter sobering him up instantly. She was there worrying by the door when the man entered her home, getting him into a room where just the two of them could talk without peering eyes or gossiping ears.

“Namjoon, old friend I’m sorry it’s late. I’m sorry I haven’t seen you about. Where have you been? Where have you been??”

His weak excuse was, “I have been studying.”

“Namjoon old friend, we need your help. Namjoon old friend: the family name! We need your help. We need your help! There’s ruin at the door.” He nodded, “Noona?”

Pacing, Youngja told him everything, “(Y/N) has let down the family.”

“What?” “(Y/N) has broken with Jackson.”

“What?” He said with increasing concern.

She nodded, “(Y/N) has tried to elope!”

Namjoon blinked, “What?”

“(Y/N) and Kim Seokjin!” Youngja burst with anger.

“What?!” He stood from his seat. She grabbed his hand, “We need your help. We need your help! There’s ruin at the door!”

Namjoon was now the one pacing, hand to his head, “(Y/N), that charming girl? I can’t believe my ears. So I am not the only man chained to a bad woman. And Seokjin, that stupid child they’ll lock him up for years for Jin is a married man!”

Shock covered all of Youngja’s face, “Married? He’s married?”

He nodded, “Yes”

Hand to her heart, she replied, “Oh wait ’til I tell her.”

“Poor Jackson…”

“And when Jackson comes home, he will challenge Seokjin to a duel and get himself killed and all will be ruined.” She couldn’t let that happen. “You must go see your brother-in-law and tell him that he must leave Seoul. And not dare to let me set my eyes on him again!”

“At once,” Namjoon responded already on his feet once more and headed for his coat.

Seokjin, find Seokjin. His mind was focused. Seokjin, find Seokjin. The blood rushed to his heart and it was difficult to breathe but he had to--Seokjin, find Seokjin. Seokjin, find Seokjin.

Not at the ice hills. Not at Park Jimin’s. Not at Jeon Jungkook’s.

Seokjin, find Seokjin. Namjoon had to think harder. Seokjin, find Seokjin. To the Club! And at the Club all was going on as usual the members eat their dinners and gossip in small groups.

The gossip was of you.

“Have I heard of Seokjin’s abduction?” A woman with long brown hair and an English accent spoke, a black and red corset over a white collared dress. It seemed like everyone rushed to see if Namjoon had answers. A smaller woman with black hair and an innocent look asked, “Is it true Natasha is ruined?”

Namjoon interrupted, “Nonsense, nonsense! Nothing has happened. Everything is fine.” and left seeing as the man he was searching for was not here.

As it turned out, Jin was at Kim Namjoon’s house all along. He was drinking and bemoaning his loss of such a beautiful woman with his sister.

“(Y/N), my jagiya. It is essential that I see my jagi. How can I see her?”

Hyolyn was annoyed but also concerned, knowing exactly what this meant, “Seokjin, come Seokjin. Dear Jinnie, hush.” She tried to comfort her brother.”

It was at this point, you were given the news from your godmother, “What? What? I don’t believe that he is married. I don’t believe you” And you stared like a hunted, wounded animal and run to your room. “He can’t be married!” Your face thrown in your down pillows.

Back at Namjoon’s house, his servant gave him the update, “Good evening, sir. Prince Seokjin is in the drawing room with the Countess.”

And that is where the angry man went and ran into his wife first, “Ah, Namjoon. Sweet yeobo. You don’t know what a plight our Seokjin has had.”

He didn’t even make eye contact with her, “Be quiet...I will not greet you. At this moment you are more repulsive to me than ever.” Instead, he kept his sights on the sobbing man at the table. “Jin-hyung, come Seokjin. Jin-hyung, must speak to you.”

So Jin followed with his usual jaunty step, but his face betrayed anxiety. They went into Namjoon’s study away from Hyolyn who was concerned for her brother’s safety. Namjoon closed the door and addressed Seokjin without looking at him.

His shoulders tense, he spoke, “You promised Countess (Y/L/N) to marry her and were about to elope, is that so?”

“Dongsaeng, I don’t consider myself bound to answer questions put to me in that tone.”

Namjoon’s face, already pale, became distorted by fury. He seized Jin by the collar with his big big hands, and he shook him from side to side until his hyung’s face showed a sufficient degree of terror.

“When I tell you I must talk to you--!”

Jin replied, “Come now, this is stupid! What what, don’t don’t!”

“You’re a pabo and a blackguard! And I don’t know what deprives me of the pleasure of smashing your head in with this!” He grabbed a heavy paperweight and lifted it threateningly, “Did you promise to marry her?”

“I didn’t think of it. I never promised, because—” Namjoon moved onto the next question, “Have you any letters of hers? Any letters?” He let him go and set down the paperweight. “I shan’t be violent, don’t be afraid.” as if he wasn’t holding the man hostage with a bronze case of a koala a second ago.

Jin handed the man a pack of letters.

“First, the letters. Second, tomorrow you must get out of Seoul.”

“But how can I?”

The angered man was fed up and so he continued with his list instead of replying, “Third, you must never breathe a word of what has happened between you and the Countess. Now I know I can’t prevent your doing so, but if you have a spark of conscience—”

Namjoon paced the whole room several times in silence while Jin sat at a table frowning and biting his lips.

The younger man continued, “After all, you must understand that besides your pleasure there is such a thing as other people and their happiness and peace nd that you are ruining a whole life for the sake of amusing yourself! Amuse yourself with women like my wife with them you’re within your rights.”

Seokjin set his jaw. How dare he think of his sister like that! He was about to say something, but by the look on his friend’s face he realized he was not in the position to be correcting anyone about anything.

“But to promise a young girl to marry her, to deceive, to kidnap! Don’t you understand that that’s as cruel as beating an old man or a child?”

Finally, he spoke up, “Well, I don’t know about that, eh? I don’t know that and I don’t want to. But you have used such words to me ‘pabo’ and so on. Which as a man of honor, I will not allow.” anyone to use.” Namjoon scoffed, “Is it satisfaction you want?”

“You could at least take back your words, eh? If you want me to do as you wish.”

You drink the poison.

The man sighed, “Fine, I take them back, I take them back! And I ask you to forgive me. And if you require money for your journey…”

Jin held out his hand smiled. The reflection of that base and cringing smile which Namjoon knew so well in his wife revolted him.

Namjoon watched as the older left, “Oh, vile and heartless brood!”

Next day Seokjin left for Busan!

You became very ill, the whole house a state of alarm and commotion. And the reason you became very ill is because you had poisoned yourself with a bit of arsenic. You woke Jeongyeon in the middle of the night and told her what you had done.

And the doctors…

And the antidotes…

And now you were out of danger, but still so weak. You heard that Jackson was to return. Everyone waited with

Dread.

And so Jackson did return. He stopped by his own house for a bit, but could not bear it after knowing it would never be filled the way he had dreamed during his time away in the war. His mind had imagined a happy life with you, perhaps even having children to fill the empty halls. Every Christmas would be spent decorating the tallest tree together. He stared at his large bed. You’d never be in it again.

He went to go visit his friend Namjoon.

The men greeted each other as men do, Jackson started with, “Well, how are you? Still getting stouter?”

To which Joon replied, “There’s a new wrinkle on your forehead, old friend.”

“It’s good to see you.” He looked around at the piles of bottles in trash cans and thought about all that had been told to him. “I’ve been away too long.”

“My friend, you are in need. Your face is gloomy.”

Jackson shook his head, “No, I am well.” A vacant look out the window, “There’s a war going on…” he came back to himself. “Forgive me for troubling you, I have received a refusal from Countess (Y/L/N) and have heard reports of your brother-in-law having sought her hand…or something of that kind.” He looked his friend in the eyes. “Is this true?”

Namjoon nodded slowly and gave a small shrug, “Something of that kind.”

His friend took out a handful of scented envelopes, “Here are her letters. Please give them to the Countess.”

“Natasha is ill. She has been at death’s door.” He wanted Jackson to see her.

But it did not seem as though he would, “I much regret her illness.” Then he smiled like his father, coldly, maliciously. “Well, it doesn’t matter!” He shoved the letters in his friend’s chest.

“You told me once a fallen woman should be forgiven!” Namjoon got closer to his friend.

Jackson refuted by saying, “But I didn’t say that I could forgive! I can’t--Yes, ask her hand again, be magnanimous, and so on. Yes, that would be very noble...But I can’t be that man.” He gave Namjoon a serious look. “If you wish to be my friend, never speak of that again.”

He understood, a silent nod being shared as Jackson left after the short visit, “Well, goodbye.”

Namjoon collects himself for a minute, looking at the letters he had been given. He decides now is best time to take them to you for he has not seen you in person for a long time and only heard about your life through correspondence with Youngja. He puts on his coat and is let in to where you are.

As for your location, you are standing in the middle of the drawing room with a pale yet steady face when he appears in the doorway. You grow flustered and he hurried to you. He thought that you would give him your hand, but instead you stopp. Breathing heavily. Your thin arms hanging lifelessly.

It reminds him of the very pose you used to stand in as a young girl when you went to the middle of the ballroom to sing, but the look on your face is quite different. It’s taunt and so devoid of the warm sparkle he usually saw in your eyes. They barely even met his before you look at the floor.

You addressed him formally, bowing as low as possible without falling over, “Kim Namjoon-nim.”

“Joonie.” He said, wanting you to call him as you usually did, not with airs and the like.

After taking a moment to think, you speak, “Prince Wang was your friend—He is your friend. He once told me that I should turn to you.”

Namjoon sniffs as he looks at you, but he doesn’t speak. ’Til then he has reproached you, and tried to despise you. Yet now he feels such pity for you. There is no room in his soul for reproach.

Your eyes move slowly from the window to his face, “He is here now. Tell him to—tell him to forgive me.”

“Yes, I will tell him to forgive you, but, he gave me your letters—”

“No, I know that all is over.” You know this in your heart. “I know that it never can be, but still I’m tormented by the wrongs I’ve done him. Tell him that I beg him to forgive, forgive. Forgive me for everything.” Because this had become one of your biggest regrets.

He nods, “Yes I will tell him, tell him everything. But…But I should like to know one thing. Did you love— Did you love that bad man?”

Your instinct to protect Jin comes out, “Don’t call him bad!” Catching yourself, you reply, “But I don’t know, I don’t know at all.”

You begin to cry, and a greater sense of pity, tenderness, and love overflows Namjoon’s heart. He feels the tears begin to trickle underneath his spectacles and he hopes that no one would see as he wipes them away and holds back the rest.

In a comforting tone, he speaks to you, “We won’t speak of it anymore. We won’t speak of it, my dear. But one thing I beg of you, consider me your friend and if you ever need help, or simply to open your heart to someone--Not now, but when your mind is clear--Think of me.”

He reaches out to touch you, but can’t. Namjoon grows confused.

“Don’t speak to me like that!” You reply. “I am not worth it!” You walk as fast as you can away from him.

“Stop, stop…stop!” His heart couldn’t take you talking badly about yourself like that. He looks at you but doesn’t meet your eyes. “You have your whole life before you~”

You blink, “Before me? No, all is over for me!” these words were said as you shake your head.

All over? Namjoon thinks. His heart had words to speak, but he wasn’t sure if he should speak them. Then he took another look at you and your weak frame. With that, he knew he had to give you something, some hope, some strength in any way possible.

He took a deep breath, “If...I were not myself, but the brightest, handsomest, best man on earth, and if I were free...I would get down on my knees this minute and ask you for your hand.” This time Namjoon makes sure to meet your gaze. “And for your love.”

And for the first time in many days, you weep tears of gratitude. Tears of tenderness. Tears of thanks. And after glancing at Namjoon and cupping his face with your hand.

Oh Namjoon

You leave the room smiling.

And as he restrains tears of tenderness, tears of joy which choke him, Namjoon throws his fur coat on his shoulders unable to find the sleeves. He abandons the letters in the table by the doorway. Now outside, his great broad chest breathes in deep the air with joy despite the ten degrees of frost. And he gets into his sleigh.

Even though Namjoon is now home, he doesn’t move to take off his coat. Instead he wonders. Where to now? Where can I go now? And heads back on the streets just for a walk, not to the Club for drinks. Not to pay calls for he was not in the mood for that, nor was it the time for such a thing.

Your image flashes before his mind once more and thinks how mankind seems so pitiful, so poor compared to that softened, grateful, last glance you gave him through your tears. It was clear and cold above the dirty streets. Above the black roofs, stretches the dark starry sky at which he looks up at. This vast firmament open to his eyes wet with tears.

And there in the middle above some random boulevard surrounded and sprinkled on all sides by stars shines The Great Comet of 1812. The Brilliant Comet of 1812. Namjoon had been told the comet said to portend untold horrors and the end of the world.

But for him, the comet brings no fear. No, he gazes joyfully. And this bright star--having traced its parabola with inexpressible speed through immeasurable space--seems suddenly to have stopped...like an arrow piercing the earth.

Stops for him.

It seems to him that this comet feels him. Feels his softened and uplifted soul and his newly melted heart now blossoming into a new life.

He is finally awake.

#BTS #Bangtan #Kim Seokjin #Min Yoongi #Kim Namjoon #Hyolyn #Hyorin #Sistar #TWICE #Got7 #Jackson Wang #Yoo Jeongyeon #RM #Jin #Suga #The Great Comet of 1812 #The Great Comet #Musical AU #Musical!AU

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raulsparza · 7 years

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Great Comet 8/17

I was sitting stage left banquettes, row BC. A lot of this is stuff I didn’t notice the first time around in the orchestra, or specific actor interactions!

-I told the usher who showed me to my seat that he had, the best job in the world and he wholeheartedly eagerly agreed with me, saying he gets to watch the full show every other night and that he’s started sitting on the opposite side of the stage to get a different view. Everyone involved in this show loves it with everything they have and that is part of what makes it so special.

-During Prologue Natasha and Sonya cross arms so Natasha drinks Sonya’s shot and Sonya drinks Natasha’s shot what cuties!

-Dolokhov fist bumps so much i love the little party man

-at “minor charaaacterrrrs’ an ensemble member made eye contact with me and put his thumb and pointer finger close together. I did the same and he nodded emphatically

-Scott Stangland was on as Pierre and honestly his physical acting blows me away? He moved so slowly and heavily. It seemed like every step took such immense effort because he’s just so weighed down with despair. It really helped me sympathize with Pierre even more than I already had

-From where I was sitting Pierre’s back was to me when he sat at the piano, but the spot where sheet music usually goes was mirrored, so I was able to see his facial expressions! which is just, so genius. When Pierre wasn’t there the conductor placed an ipad with all his sheet music there

-Anatole walked across stage and rolled his eyes at Pierre when he sang ‘left it toothless and bald’ and ensemble members on the staircase next to me laughed/pointed fingers at Pierre :(((

-Marya hits every note with such a wonderful balance of aggression and playfullness and it will never cease to amaze me

-Sonya and Natasha held hands as they walked aw

-Mary and old prince Bolkonsky were onstage this whole time, in the area below the platform by the big door. Mary was reading a bible and bolkonsky was whittling. He trembles SO MUCH him holding a pocket knife was. a fright.

-At bolkonsky’s “people enjoy me though” I felt a light on me and he made direct eye contact with me and squinted and I squinted back and then he like nodded and waved and I waved back and then he continued singing

-Marya played a cowbell upstage later on in the song

-I was like right in line with the violist and two cellists and I kept getting distracted by how crazy their shifts and slides are omg

-During the Opera for “no I am enjoying myself at home this evening” Pierre did a half-hearted/sarcastic ‘raise the roof’ motion

-there is one point, I cannot for the life of me remember when it happened bc I was so caught off guard, but Anatole like crawled on the woman in front of me and had his mouth up to her ear and his hand was on the back of the seat literally inches away from my knee and it was. A lot. ((later he gave this woman the most intense bedroom eyes and like, damn. Natasha, girl, I get it))

- At anatole’s “we’re off to the club” he dramatically swings on his leather vest, grabbing it out of Pierre’s salon

-at one point Anatole turned away from pierre and leaned on a bar and blew air out of his mouth to flutter his lips it was so goofy

-okay the strobe lights paired with the music so intense I could feel the stage vibrating paired with everyone in the fricken bdsm leather outfits made for,, the most surreal experience of my entire life

-Marya dragging that riding crop slooooowwwllyy through her legs like? kill me? wow?

-Balaga literally lifted Sonya up on the ledge above where bolkonsky had been sitting earlier and mimed eating her out and sonya tilted her head back so it was kinda under another girl’s skirt geez. And then later at the bouncy ‘here’s to the health of married woman’ part balaga gave sonya a piggy back ride?? Like jumping with her on his back omg

-Helene and Dolokhov full on kiss and the music short circuits and everyone falls to the ground and it was so fricken intense

-Pierre puts his arms out before Dolokhov raises his gun like he’s just so ready to die and it. h u r t s

-after dolokhov shot pierre doubled over and stayed that way for so long. Long enough for an ensemble member to lean over and mime to ask if he was okay

-dust and ashes started off so tentatively and timidly he’s so hurt and scared but by the end he’s fiercely grabbing the air in front of him, so resolved to change and I love love love the contrast

-during charming two people hold up the dress for Natasha to glide into and then she walked downstage a little and looked at Helene like um, help? And then the two girls came up and buttoned the back of the dress for her.

-Natasha’s eyes glittered so intently during the ball. Her and Anatole dancing was so mesmerizing it really felt like they were the only two people in the room

-when she said ‘you’re hurting my hand’ Anatole released her so quickly and held his hands up in surrender and shook his head a little

-anatole and Natasha kissed for like a full minute and everyone on stage, every ensemble member, every musician, every part of the cast, held a glass of water and rubbed the rim to produce such an eerie sound. I didn’t see anyone pick up or put down these glasses I swear they materialized out of thin air

-during letters Anatole went on his knees and wrapped his arms around natashas waist and she makes a stubborn ‘I won’t look at you face’ and averts her eyes. Anatole kept moving his head around to try and make eye contact and he held out the last just say yessssss for so long his voice wavered and almost cut out and then came back in lucas steele is so good at hogging all of the attention

-sonya alone made me cry so very very much bc brittain ashford is a literal goddess

-anatole fumbled putting his suspenders on during preperations and I don’t know if it was lucas having trouble or Anatole being nervous but either way it was adorable

-Before the show started we had all been instructed that, at the line ‘everyone raise a glass’ we were supposed to mime raising a glass. We all practiced. It was swell. Cut forward to the abduction. I’m mesmerized by anatole’s coat. So mesmerized that I didn’t fully process that he had sung “everyone raise a glass” until I saw Marya out of the corner of my eye. I turn and shes glaring at me. So intensely. Of course she is. I missed my cue. I’ve brought shame on this family. I tentatively raise an arm, miming holding a glass. She leans across the couple sitting next to me and really aggressively puts two arms out in front of her. In my face. In this moment I thought Grace McLean was literally and truly going to strangle me, and I was ready. But my self-preservation instincts kicked in and I raised my other arm as well. She started to back away and then I pick up my water bottle and lift that, so I have one arm miming a glass and the other holding a water bottle and finally she looked satisfied. Thoroughly exasperated, but satisfied.

-everyone swayed back and forth in the audience once we were all successfully raising glasses and it was really special

-Dolokhov handed his guitar to the kid in front of me and shouted “can you hold this?? I need to go DANCE!”

-Anatole wildly and randomly playing his violin with the most crazed look on his face

-Helene and Marya kissing and touching, teasing and hungry

-Pierre started to do the ‘woooaaAAhhaHHh’ bit but he stopped, breathing heavy. Faked starting again and stopped and then finally did it for real LOL

-for ‘that’s the way’ about the fur coat Cathryn caught my eye and pointed and nodded

-During my house (which marya killed. I mean of course she did. She had almost strangled me for not following directions of course she was able to rip anatole kuragin a new one with just her voice), at one point when Natasha was running away Sonya leaned forward and silently mouthed PLEASE with so much horror and helplessness

-When pierre went to find Anatole, Anatole was lying with his head in helenes lap and she was petting his hair

-later when pierre was confronting Anatole with how awful he was Anatole was cowering and pulling at his hair so stressed and overwhelmed

-when Andrey is done talking with pierre he goes upstage and pushes past mary so gruffly but also in an annoying brotherly way. Poor mary. Always poor mary.

-Natasha walked down the stairs sO gingerly, toes, mid-foot, heel, whole body shakes, hands gripping the bannister with every ounce of strength she had

-pierre delivered the spoken lines so shyly/tenderly, ashamed of himself and who he was. I cried.

-and I sobbed through the entirety of the last song. From where I was the comet was in my line of sight before pierre, so being able to see that giant force of energy and looking just past that to see pierre, dwarfed in comparison, gazing up in such awe, wrecked me. The eerie tangling otherworldly notes are the perfect way to end the show, as everyone stares along with pierre at the great comet of 1812

And, this is my short version. Oh dear. If anyone read this and wants to talk even more in depth about this beautiful beautiful show pls do that immediately.

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wilderebellion · 7 years

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I saw finally Great Comet last night

I was momentarily confused when “There’s a war going on out there” began and I heard someone scream “NO!” - I guess that was Denee as Natasha protesting Andrey’s departure?

Helene’s costume at the ball, lordy lord! I know Natasha and Anatole are the focus of that scene but I couldn’t take my eyes off Amber Gray with those wings!

I knew Marya D (or the actress) was in a leather cat suit at some point but GODDAMN WHAT AN EXPERIENCE, EVEN FROM THE CHEAP SEATS

The Club scene was actually a rave! I knew dancing and strobe lights were involved but I didn’t expect all that awesomeness!

Anatole smacked Dolokhov on the butt at some point

I was curious how the dynamic between the Kuragin siblings played physically, knowing the bits and pieces I do about the original text. “I wish Helene were not my sister,” indeed!

The Opera is even weirder and more puzzling in person! (Grotesque AND amazing!) The quizzical faces of Sonya and Natasha when the lights return were just brilliant.

Drawn out scenes for comedic effect: Princess Mary and Natasha awkwardly putting stools among the theatre-goers, and Lucas as Anatole basically had the room waiting on his word twice (one of which was during Abduction)

Abduction was raucous and delightful and after Pierre’s WHOOOAAAA halted the chaos, the entire theatre clapped and WOULDN’T STOP for at least a minute. So most of the cast was frozen in place, waiting for it to die down to continue: in Oak’s case, he was hunched over and it felt like FOREVER until he could resume.

I loved seeing the different vocal performances compared to the OBC recording. Like Grace McClean as Marya D for “In My House” started off firm and cold and clear and THEN began raising her voice as she berated Natasha.

Speaking of, Marya is still cold as fuck to Sonya after all that? Can’t that girl get a break?

I had seen someone here before mention that Helene wears Anatole’s green coat after he leaves, but seeing it I noticed she wears it with what look like her undergarments. Which, given that she spends the rest of the show off to the side and missing her brother, was a very interesting way of showing her emotional vulnerability.

My only ‘complaint’ is that Pierre put his coat on at the end despite singing about being “unable to find the sleeves”? Maybe it was a muscle memory thing, or a conscious choice to keep the seriousness of the moment uninterrupted by audience laughter. A very very minor thing in the long run.

I wish I lived closer to NYC so I could try and see this show again.

#the great comet #natasha pierre and the great comet of 1812 #npatgco1812

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pika-ace · 7 years

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the great comet au

Ooooooh boy, I have been WAITING for this day to come cause I want feedback on this one!

I honestly don’t know who to cast as who. When I first listened to it, and I heard that Natasha and Sonya were cousins, I immediately thought of Usnavi as Natasha and Sonny as Sonya (imagine Robin De Jesus singing Sonya Alone…I bet he could pull it off) and I guess Abuela as Marya and Vanessa as Pierre?? But as I listened to it again and got to know the characters a bit better, I also like the idea of Nina and Vanessa as the Rostova cousins, Daniela as Marya, and Benny or Usnavi as Pierre. Anatole would probably have to be an OC in all cases, although in the Usnavi as Natasha one, I could see Vanessa kind of semi-as Anatole just in terms of being extremely hot and flirty with attractive people, and I could TOTALLY see Usnavi as Pierre doing the ‘if I was worthy’ line but vulnerable!Vanessa is a thing that’s not explored very much so Vanessa as Pierre, meaning she’s unhappily married (probably due to family shit that this story has A LOT of) or even Vanessa as Natasha would be SUPER interesting. Plus, Vanessa just TEARING into the Anatole figure for tricking Usnavi and everything. Also, in the Nina as Natasha version, (which also fits beautifully since Nina IS the person everyone likes so that probably would eventually get to her head) I like to think that Vanessa and Daniela are standing guard by the doorway (probably armed) and just waiting for the Anatole figure so they can beat his ass. ((Sonny could also be Natasha and Pete could be Pierre, hell, Pierre LITERALLY is French for Peter, but I think Pete would be cooler as Dolokhov or something, cause Pete’s usually not rich like Pierre))

As I said, I LITERALLY cannot decide which would be best cause I ain’t a total die-hard of this musical like most of y’all on this site (trust me, I know). So give me thoughts on what version of this story would be good!! I need to put this conflict in my AU brain to rest!!

#this is the au i've been struggling with for SO LONG #each version has so many perks!!#TOO MUCH OF A GOOD THING #in the heights aus #natasha pierre and the great comet of 1812 #vanessa otilia garcía #usnavi de la vega #vansnavi #benina #sonny de la vega

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johnradams · 7 years

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Comet is the only thing I care about if it doesn't win I'm gonna cry

Like. I can't even explain it I'm too invested in this show. I'm going to infodump about it because I'm so sad that DEH might beat it out for the tony and it doesn't even deserve to. -While you are walking in it gives you a Cold War / modern Russia vibe. The walls of the imperial are covered in posters and I remember reading the word pussy a lot which made me happy. - The guy at the merch stand was so sweet! No one else was there yet so I just was like " are you open?" And he helped me pick a shirt ( the red shirt with the family tree/ prologue lyrics was his favorite and I bought it bc I love it too.) - All the ushers were so nice! I was wearing a shirt that said " so broke can't pay attention" and a lot of them read it and told me it was funny. - the usher for my actual seat talked to me about DEH and I told her I loved it but it annoyed me when everyone kept saying ' oh yeah it has 9 tony noms' and I was like " well... comet has 12!" And she laughed and we Bonded™ - did I mention I was alone for like the first hour I was in the theatre because I ran in at 7 without my mom and sister. They wanted to eat their food and I was like "NO COMET" - I was hungry because I'd skipped dinner?? The comet gods threw food at me. - The girl who talked to our section was the best. Also I was the only person who read war and peace in my section which made me feel Important™ - Natasha's "NO!" When Andrey tells her he's going off to war and prologue starts - the door!!! - o Sonya - private and intimate life gave me chills. Gelsey Bell gives me chills. She was so genuinely scared and I just wanted to run down there and hug her and tell her it would all be okay. - an old woman was chose for bolkonsky's lover and she was so happy it was so sweet - "I KNOW THEYLL LIKE ME!" *pause* "EVERYONE HAS ALWAYS LIKED ME!" - getting stools into those tables took a little while but it was the best thing I ever saw. - no one else was so powerful. It's one of my favorite songs that I've like, ever heard, and Denee rocked it. Honestly the little things I noticed from her I applied to my singing it ( it's a song I'm working on in vocal) and it helped so much. God bless Denee Benton. - The opera was AWESOME. Gelsey again as opera singer made me die. Her voice is so strong and good and perfect. - stop touching dolokhov stop touching dolokhob Helene stop stop stop - the whole " where is dear Pierre" thing with Marya gently reminding Helene that she IS married to Pierre made me smile - WHEN THE RIP TBE BLOOD OFF ANDREY I CRY - Anatole get back behind that door you little shit - you are not allowed to walk down stairs like that Anatole stop -Helene please stop looking at your brother like that he's your brother stop - Natasha stop looking at him - Anatole stop looking at her - stop whispering in french Anatole you smooth fuck - GIVE HER HER FLOWER BACK ANATOLE PUT IT BACK PUT IT BACK PUT IT BAAAAAAAAACK. - you will NOT go to that ball Natasha u sit down and pick up a coloring book or something you literal child -when Pierre says " oh dear Andrey's betrothed." Anatole shakes his hand and goes " ehhh " like he's saying not for long - the entire scene before the duel hurts so much Pierre doesn't understand except he does - *shot comes from Fedyas gun* Pierre, with his arms out ready to die stays still for a few beats before doubling checking to make sure that he has indeed survived - HELENE LOOKS SO PISSED AT HIM. - dust and ashes is my anthem I have never related to anything so hard. Protect Pierre. Get him medical help. I want to see him loved. -DENEE BENTON STRIPPING-ISH ON STAGE TO JUST A CORSET AND UNDERWEAR ( I'm sure she has a Leo under it)?? MY GAY LITTLE HEART DID NOT SURVIVE. - Helene takes the necklace Andrey put around Natasha's neck when he left. Nat looks distressed until it is replaced by pearls and she gets distracted by the shiny. - the ball is so painful please Anatole no more - when Anatole and Natasha stand together In front of 9 flood lights then the door closes? I die - the door closing makes it final and I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it - Natasha's costume change is great you can see how teeny Denee is - Natasha gushing about how much she loves Anatole to the crowd makes me cry - Pierre you gentle giant plz stop drinking -that's right Sonya. Roast her. - Natasha no longer says " he's my master and I am his slave." In the genius annotations of the off broadway cast Dave says that the line might change because he knows how it looks to have an African American woman sing that about a white man. He said it was up to Denee to decide what she was comfortable with, and in the show it wasn't there. ( I'm glad Denee stopped saying something she wasn't okay with) -oh Sonya nothing is your fault you little gerbil please calm down and realize you aren't responsible for Natasha -THE PLAN FOR NATALIE ROSTOVAS ABDUCTION HAD ALL BEEN- - balaga is such a fun song. I didn't get egg shakers but everyone who did seemed to have a good time! - during the abduction when Anatole says not yet and pauses, Lucas draws it out a ton. One of the people next to me tried shaking her egg to get it started up again and he just looked at us and said " no." -Natasha is so excited to go with him I hate it. Also the violin is amazing as it always is in that show. - yOU WILL NOT WNTER MYYY HOUSE S C O UN D R E L. - Denee runs up to what looks like a sink (?) and you can see her miming taking arsenic. -Pierres reality check kills me. He's been telling himself he's worthless nothing matters and he probably hasn't gone outside in a long time, and then someone's asking for him for his friend. -what?? whAt? WHAT??? - Anatole sobbing in Helene's lap is good and terrible at the same time. She strokes his hair, and it makes me die. - DRAG HIM PIERRE. THREATEN THE BAD MAN. - when Anatole leaves Pierre and him throw his bag around for a bit. - Natasha very ill is so sad I cried then -in Andrey and Pierre, Andrey is so tired. He's holding the letters with anger, like he doesn't want to touch them anymore. It makes me upset because only about 25 songs ago he clutched them to his heart. - when Andrey says ' never speak of that' he holds Pierre up on his tip toes by his shirt. On " again" he punches Pierre in the chest and runs down to his fathers throne. He sits there and the tension never leaves him as he grips the arms of the chair. Mary tries to fret over him, but he waves her away. - Natasha and Pierre is the saddest song too. Natasha is so small in her room plain, baggy white nightgown and no shoes. The emotions in that song are so high. Natasha climbs up the stairs as Pierre starts the " if I were not myself" part of the song, and hesitates with each kind thing he says. - Pierre stops after "I" and I think he only continues because he sees that Natasha has heard him and that she tenses at the word. - "UNABLE TO FIND THE SLEEVES." - the comet is a good prop I love the comet #gayiconthecomet - the stage door was so amazing. All the actors were the sweetest. I'm super terrible at names so I apologize if I just call someone their character name. -Paul Pinto came out and instead of saying " I loved your performance and my friends did as well" I said " my friends love you and told me to say hi" he looked a little hurt and said "oh, well tell your friends I said hi, I guess." I have hurt the best man on this planet and I can never make it up - I told the guy who plays dolokhov that he was amazing and I cried very hard and he said " oh well that's what we always want, isn't it?" - PEARL ( an ensemble member) SIGNS IN PURPLE. I ASKED HER WHY SHE SAID IT WAS BECAUSE SHE WANTED TO BE DIFFERENT SO I WOULD REMEMBER HER. - josh came out even though he had somewhere to be. He went to the end of the line and worked his way up. - josh has the kindest eyes, he could stab me and I would apologize for getting blood on his knife. He also has a baby face and a beanie. I love him. There's more, like a lot about the set so if you want to hear me infodump about comet please let me know kids

#the great comet #Natasha Pierre and the great comet of 1812 #comet #great comet #natasha rostova #Pierre bezukhov

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Oh Anatole Brainrot* We’re Really In It Now, aka Anatole playlist annotations!

*I only have brainrot about him in terms of his relationships with Hélène and Dolokhov idc about him on his own 🤢

This playlist is infuriating because it has so many good songs on it and he does NOT deserve to have a playlist that slaps so hard :/

My Type - Saint Motel

“You’re just my type; you’ve got a pulse and you are breathing”

The lyrics are literally just I Will Have Sex With Anything That Breathes which is Anatole’s only personality trait. It just is.

Fool For Love - Lord Huron

“I’m asking her to be my bride, I know there’s another man but he ain’t gonna delay my plans”

This song is about eloping with a girl who already has a boyfriend, it is THE Comet section Anatole song. Which angers me because it’s such a good song, it doesn’t deserve to be associated with him in my head.

The Cult of Dionysus - The Orion Experience

“Wine and women and wonderful vices”

HEDONISM BABEY!!! Also the phrase “wine and women” with “he spends his money on women and wine” in Comet...makes ya think.

Everybody Loves Me - OneRepublic

“Look so good I might die, all I know is everybody loves me”

You know that quote that’s like “[Anatole] cultivated an air of superiority blah blah blah whatever” (paraphrased)? This is that in song form.

Bedroom Hymns - Florence + The Machine

“The wine and the women and the bedroom hymns”

Thottery AND the phrase “wine and women”? Anatolecore.

Talk - Hozier

“I’ll try to talk refined for fear that you find out how I’m imagining you”

I think if he needs to, Anatole can sugarcoat carnal desire with pretty words. It kind of comes down to “I’m pretending to be eloquently and romantically interested in you but I really just want to have s*x with you”. He might not have that much self-control, but the bottom line is that this song is horny and so is he.

Someone New - Hozier

“I wake at the first cringe of morning and my heart’s already sinned”

All my notes say is “commitment issues thot anthem” which is fair. I think it’s physically impossible for him not to fall in love with someone new every week, which is the entire point of this song. Also “you knew who I was with every step that I ran to you” tracks, Anatole doesn’t really try to hide it.

Paradise City - Guns N’ Roses

“Take me down to the paradise city where the grass is green and the girls are pretty”

I won’t lie, I’m not sure if this is what the song is actually about but that bit at least has hedonism energy. Also this came up on genius lyrics and it feels like something Anatole would do:

Hallelujah - Panic! At The Disco

“I got caught under the covers with secondhand lovers”

Ok whore. But also the vibes of knowing you’re a sinner and reveling in it feels like Anatole. It’s the complete lack of shame for me.

Why Should I Worry - Billy Joel

“Why should I worry? Why should I care?”

Has he ever actually cared about anything other than his own personal wellbeing? Jury’s still out. This song implies he has street smarts which may not be true but not every lyric is gonna work 😔✌🏻

Only The Good Die Young - Billy Joel

“I’d rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints, the sinners are much more fun”

The entire song is just seducing a devoutly Catholic girl, and it doesnt exactly work but I always assign this in my head to that time he tried to marry Marya B. But just in general, the reckless seduction vibes work.

Mambo No. 5 - Lou Bega

“To me flirting is just like a sport”

Unironically this is such an Anatole song. Listing off all his different lovers and their attributes is absolutely something he’s done. This is just a carefree thot song which is his vibe.

Ex’s and Oh’s - Elle King

“Ex’s and oh’s they haunt me like ghosts”

This is also on the Hélène playlist but this time the ex messing things up is his wife (not that any of that was her fault). I also think the general vibes of “I’m gonna make you want me so much and then leave you” are Anatoleish

Rasputin - Boney M.

“Russia’s greatest love machine”

LOOK ME IN THE EYES AND TELL ME THIS DOESN’T WORK. It’s about the seduction of upper-class Russian women come ON

I’m Born To Run - American Authors

“I’m gonna live my life like I’m gonna die young”

This is almost a more wholesome version of his careless hedonism, more skewed toward seeing the world rather than just having drunken fun but the energy is still there

Don’t Stop Me Now - Queen

“Tonight I’m gonna have myself a real good time”

It’s the “having fun is the only thing that matters” mindset. He doesn’t deserve this song 😔

Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy - Queen

I don’t have a lyric for this one, it’s just like. Yes I am a professional flirter! He is not this into commitment but i imagine he tells a new person this every week.

Oops!...I Did It Again - Britney Spears

“But to lose all my senses, that is just so typically me”

The lack of commitment and not treating relationships seriously is very Anatole, and so is the refusal to take responsibility for the heartbreak you directly caused.

How Bad Can I Be? - The Lorax

“How bad can I be? I’m just doing what comes naturally”

I KNOW I KNOW. HEAR ME OUT. This is pretty much Tolstoy’s “defense” of him verbatim. It’s the idea that he’s just so naturally like this it has never occurred to him to be any other way or to think about other people’s wellbeing. Anatole is the Onceler and Natasha is a straight girl on tumblr circa 2012.

Runaway Baby - Bruno Mars

“When I play, I never stay”

He would never be this self-aware, but otherwise it fits. The whole thing is about an inability to commit and a propensity for causing heartbreak. Also, I’ve had a grudge against this song for years and the blind rage it fills me with is reminiscent of the blind rage Anatole fills me with.

California Girls - The Beach Boys

“I’ve been all around this great big world and I’ve seen all kinds of girls”

This song is like, “What if we objectified every woman ever but made it a bop?” which is massive Anatole energy I think.

Girls, Girls, Girls - Motley Crüe

“I just need a new toy”

Literally the exact same justification as California Girls

It’s Raining Men - The Weather Girls

If I’m gonna add songs about objectifying women, I’m gonna add songs about objectifying men too. Equal opportunity whorery.

Parental Guidance - Judas Priest

“You say I waste my life away but I live it to the full”

This is just him to Vassily. Refusing to be controlled by your parents’ expectations and just going off to have fun is Vassily’s whole gripe with him and also the point of this song.

How To Be A Heartbreaker - MARINA

“You gotta have fun, but baby when you’re done you gotta be the first to run”

The bits about not getting close to anyone because you’re afraid of getting hurt don’t really apply but the “here’s how to make people like you and also we are for sure not staying together this is just for fun” definitely fit.

The STD Song - Top Memes

“Sinning with your naked bod is evil and atrocious”

I uh. I forgot this was on here but I was RIGHT when I added it. This is the lecture Vassily gives him after his Polish wife debacle-

Do It All The Time - I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

“I’m only doing anything I want to do because I do it all the time”

He literally just does whatever he wants without thinking about the consequences. It’s just got huge entitled kid thot energy which is Anatole’s whole character. And the line “I’m taking your girl and I’m making her mine” is deeply Anatoleish.

Until The Night Turns - Lord Huron

“I got a helluva view for the end of the world, I've got a bottle of booze and a beautiful girl”

This doesn’t fit into any particular situation but I do think if the world was ending and Anatole was drunk with a pretty lady he would have this exact reaction. Also the repetition of the word sunrise (which is what the name Anatole means) is just a fun little extra bit.

Girls - The 1975

“What’s the fun in doing what you’re told?”

Rebellious kid energy! Also “she can’t be what you need if she’s 17” is everyone with morals @ him about Natasha (I know she was 19 at the time shh it’s about the energy).

Pretty Fly (For A White Guy) - The Offspring

“In his own mind he’s the dopest trip”

This man is The Worst but he really thinks he’s all that and a bag of chips huh! Literally everyone can tell he’s not the brightest bulb in the bunch EXCEPT HIM. Smh.

#anatole kuragin #war and peace #my post #w&p playlists #unfair of this playlist to slap so hard when it’s for the worst character #im gonna post the ship ones a bit later bc im a narcissist and i want more attention xo

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