um hi giant doodle dump!! I don’t feel like drawing rn so I was like hey perfect time to get out all the traditional art I haven’t posted yet. So here’s a bunch of elysium doodles spanning randomly from backstory era to post-canon :)
I've only seen Hadestown once. It was in a high school theater, put on by a relatively new youth theater collective. Nothing terribly special, but there's one thing I'll remember forever.
The Fates, in myth, weave threads of life. This performance gave the fates a red string. In Doubt Comes In, the moment Orpheus turned around, they cut the string and used the two halves to pull Eurydice back to Hades and to hold Orpheus back from going to her. And, more than that, Orpheus didn't sing her name. He screamed it.
That moment, that Orpheus screaming and lunging after Eurydice despite being literally held back by fate, is something I'm never going to forget.
super short little snippet scene from a little while ago just cause i wanted to write teenage viv. this doesnt really have any purpose or plot or even a title i just wanted to see her home setup at late seventeen
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“Mom? I’m home.” Vivian hip-checked the front door closed behind her and waited for a second to see if there was any response. Nothing; no surprise there. She’d long since given up on that kind of greeting and wasn’t sure what had made her try it again today. Wishful thinking, she supposed.
Vivian dropped her backpack on the kitchen table and squeezed past it to open the pantry cabinet, letting herself pretend for a moment that she was skimming over after-school snack options.
Can I interest you in half a pack of stale graham crackers? Or a can of beans? How about a decadent charcuterie board with three different cheeses and crackers and fresh grapes?
Oh, I’ll have the charcuterie board, that sounds amazing, she responded to herself.
Sorry, we’re all out of that one, her imaginary waiter said with a touch of remorse.
Oh. Nothing, then.
Vivian closed the cabinet with a sigh, then moved to the fridge. At least that, she knew, had something for her. She shoved aside various containers and reached for the strategically-hidden orange juice carton in the back.
“Just to take the edge off,” she whispered, feeling the need to defend herself from the disapproving eyebrow raise her imaginary waiter was giving her in her head. She grabbed a glass from the pile of dishes in the sink, rinsed it, and poured herself a generous amount of the creamy, pale green liquid. I really need to get myself my own fridge.
She hooked her backpack over one shoulder, holding the precious glass of relief close to her chest, and darted up the stairs to the small attic space she called home with only one extra glance at her mom’s closed bedroom door.
Vivian’s room was loud and crowded. The posters and artworks covering every inch of wall and sloped ceiling took up way too much visual space for the tiny room, but she liked it that way. Too much was always better than not enough, and she had plenty of not enough in her life already. When she opened the door to her room, it banged against her narrow desk and sent looseleaf fluttering to the floor.
Glass on the desk, backpack on the bed. Vivian changed out of her school clothes, which had been bothering her all day— nothing ever really fit her right anymore, but she didn’t care. It was a small price to pay for the ability to experience happiness for a few hours. She grabbed her glass and flopped into bed.
She had homework, obviously: loads of it. Junior year didn’t play around. But she didn’t really feel like doing it right now. She pulled out her phone and scrolled through her notifications over the rim of her glass. Bellamy, Mara, comments on her posts, twenty messages from Skye— the usual. Vivian took a sip. Give it a minute, and the Elysium would kick in enough to give her the energy to actually respond to any of them.
For what felt like the thousandth time, Vivian sat back and closed her eyes, imagining what it would be like in less than a year, when she would finally be old enough to get out of this hellhole. An apartment all her own, far away from here. Safe from the silence that drowned out the sound of her own heartbeat.
Then a warm thrill surged through her core, causing her to giggle involuntarily. That was the Elysium kicking in. With Bellamy, it added.
Vivian’s smile came easily now. She threw back the rest of her glass. Yeah, with Bellamy. Skye wouldn’t be old enough to move out for another three years, and besides, Vivian knew she wouldn’t want to. But Bellamy would understand. Bellamy was the only one who really understood her. She would go with her in a heartbeat if she asked.
The dream revised itself now: not just her apartment. Bellamy would live with her, and she’d never be alone again. Bellamy always noticed when Vivian felt off, asked her what was wrong and what she could do to help. Bellamy saw her. Bellamy…
Vivian glanced down at the pale green cream clinging to the sides of her glass. Bellamy worried about her. She knew Vivian didn’t just drink on weekends anymore, and she knew the other reason Vivian wanted to get out so badly.
Elysium smoothed over the issue before Vivian could really think about it, and she let it. Bellamy would understand, it assured her again. She just needed it. It wasn’t bad like Bellamy thought it was, and once they were living together Bellamy would realize that. Vivian nodded to herself. In less than a year, everything would finally be okay.
was discussing tumblr habits w somebody in a mutual discord server last night and they were so gobsmacked i like to ideally have 100+ posts in my queue at any given time 😭 how many do y’all have in your queue if you use it??
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