Quite a few of these pieces are actually pre-Victorian.
As a general rule (which of course has exceptions) anything that has a border of seed pearls, like the third piece down, is late 18th or early 19th century.
Mourning pieces featuring pyramidal monuments or urns, like the final piece shown, were especially popular in the 1780s and 1790s.
Earlier 18th century mourning jewelry used hairwork less frequently, but is distinguishable by it’s use of black enamel.
Late 17th century mourning jewelry preserved hairwork under faceted rock crystal and almost always featured a skeleton or skull.
I have a small trip coming up in about a month, and I’d honestly like to have some emergency money set aside just in case. As usual, you can support me on Ko-fi if you’re just feeling generous, but if you want a hot slice of Art Pie for your cash, this is your chance. More examples available in #my-arttag.
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I have a small trip coming up in about a month, and I’d honestly like to have some emergency money set aside just in case. As usual, you can support me on Ko-fi if you’re just feeling generous, but if you want a hot slice of Art Pie for your cash, this is your chance. More examples available in #my-arttag.
Send an Ask/Message for contact information if interested, and to reserve your slot.
I’ll draw most things and am generally very quick to respond. Price may change for special requests. Tips are appreciated but definitely not required.
An incredibly self-indulgent, self-contained comic for Obake Kokai. Please enjoy the very basic word balloons and comic sans. [Commission ] or [ Ko-fi ❤]
I just wanted to really write on here to tell y'all some of the feelings I have right now.
Every day I literally wake up hoping that it’s gonna be the day that my life changes, but I know it doesn’t work that way.
So I just get on with doing me, going to the British Academy Of Music has been so good for me and being halfway through my year I have learnt so much.
Any person who actually cares about there life will ask the question “What if I don’t make it?” Making it might be having a family, being a star, having a nice home…we all have different visions of happiness.
My vision is just of one and only thing…music. I don’t even see relationships, it all kinda gets blocked out. Some days I just get angry cause I put so much pressure on myself to do well, but I guess it’s just because I care.
And sometimes I do have them days where I’m like shiiiit man what happens….if i don’t make it? and it’s scary man…but there has to be something for never giving up and working hard right?
Book: Open Heart (Post Series) Rating: Teen Characters: Ethan Ramsey, Casey MacTavish, Tobias Carrick Summary: Tying up some lose ends, and giving you a peek into Casey’s new life, and their futures.
In March 2022, creators were invited to participate in @moodmusicmonday’s first ever Luck of the Draw! To join the event, each person submitted a song. Once collected, each song was then drawn at random and distributed amongst our participants. The goal: be inspired by the music and create somethingfor the Fandom!
We knew this fandom was talented, but Wow! Take a look at what was created! Works are alphabetized by creator’s username.
Music inspires a ton of fan fiction by creating another element of a story’s setting that otherwise can’t be written. Just like Six Sentence Sunday and WIP Wednesday, MMM is an opportunity for creators to share songs for their upcoming fics–a teaser, if you will, to get readers excited for your newest adventure! This blog is for YOU!
READERS
We want to hear from you, too! Do you ever hear a song, and it reminds you of your favorite pairing(s), maybe even your favorite scene in a game? Tell us about it! Comment or shoot us a message with the deets, and we will include it on our special section called Chords from Canon. You can also do a shout-out to writers and their fics!
WRITERS
Submit your song inspo of your current WIP (one that you are going to publish in a week or two)! PLEASEinclude the following:
Title and Artist of the song
Title of your WIP; if it’s part of a series, include things like series title, part/chapter number and/or title
Choices Book/Universe (TRR, OPH, PM, TNA, etc)
Pairings
There are TWO (2) ways to enter your songs:
Comment on this post (reblog or comment)
If you want to make your own MMM post with your own header (similar to SSS or WW), that is totally fine! Just make sure you tag this blog (@moodmusicmonday)
Songs must be submitted by 8:00 AM (CST) on Tuesday. Spotify playlist will be posted on Tuesday! I will also post a link to the playlist so you can take the songs with you.
Let’s go!
Tags: if you would like to be added/removed please let us know; if you have been overlooked, please be gracious and just let us know! We love you guys! Thank you for your support!
Pairing:(mentioned) Drake Walker x MC (Riley Brooks)
Word Count:~1140
Warning: Language, Alcoholism, mention of gambling
A/N:I am so excited to be bringing up the rear in @moodmusicmonday’s special event “Luck of the Draw”! I was given the song “Ballroom Blitz” by Sweet, and it definitely threw me for a loop! But, it inspired this little fic, and I hope y'all enjoy! Big thanks to @kat-tia801 for taking a gander at this and helping me brainstorm the ending! All characters belong to ours friends at Pixelberry.
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An erratic ear-piercing hum overwhelms his fragile senses, startling him from his whiskey-induced slumber. He dares to open one of his swollen eyes, but the brilliance of day seals it shut. His limp body lays prostrate against a cold marble floor, the frigid chill of the ornate stone serving as a nice reprieve on his heated, ruddy skin.
“Mr. Walker?”
Drake jerks his body at the eerie sound of his name. He hesitantly lifts his head, squinting his eyes painfully as they adjust to the blurred lines of the sunlit room. He carefully sweeps his head to the left before taking in the scene to his right.
“Brooks? Li?”
No one is there.
He finds himself alone amongst the debris and disarray of a large ballroom. Broken glass, crumpled up napkins and cigarette butts litter the once pristine floor. With a deep grumble, he lays his aching head in his calloused hands. The familiar foul stench of barley and fermented sherry rests in his unkempt beard. The thunderous rhythm of his own pulse courses between his ears, stirring deep within him the one thing that can take away this discomfort.
A drink.
“Drake? C’mon. Get Up.”
The sudden strong hand of Drake’s best friend grips tightly to his elbow, pulling him to his knees. Still slumped over in a stupor, Drake finds his footing, finally standing up on his own two feet.
“Thanks, Li–” Drake feigns sobriety, “–’preciate that hand–”
“We need to talk, old friend. Now.”
“Now?” Drake chuckles. “The party is just getting started,” he jovially slaps his hand on the back of Liam’s shoulder, but the tall blond’s demeanor remains stoically grave. “Alright, alright,” Drake shoves his hands in his pockets, “let me grab some drinks–”
“No,”Liam growls. “No more drinks. No more excuses.” He hands over a thick, white envelope to Drake.
Drake’s face grows long. “What is this, Li?”
“Drake, you knew–”
“What the fuck is this, Liam?”
Liam sighs, grimly taking in the sight of what has become of his best friend. “Drake,” he clears his throat, “last night was the final straw. Actually, it’s been the final straw for a while.”
Drake leans in closely to Liam, “But–but, Liam, you can help me, right? Please–”
“Drake,“ Liam looks away, grief creeping into his voice. "I can’t.”
“Can’t or won’t?” Drake snarls.
Liam refuses to look at him. “I’m sorry.” He whispers. “The council got involved. It’s out of my hands.”
Drake combs back his greasy chestnut locks before tearing open the letter. As he reads the news, red blotches of fury crawl up his neck, his wrathful eyes darting to Liam.
“Terminated.” Drake reads the word as if he were pointing a gunt. “You hired me, Liam, so that I would take over Bastien’s spot someday. I was supposed to be your right hand man–”
“Yes,” Liam slows him down with a deep punch of his voice, “but that was two years ago Drake. A lot has changed. Youhave changed–”
“–Li, if it’s the drinking, then fine. I’ll quit drinking–”
Liam sighs, shaking his head. “You’ve been saying that–”
“–and this time I will. I-I promise. Please–”
“Drake, we offered treatment for this several times. I begged for you to go when–” Liam abruptly stops, staring remorsefully into his best friend’s bloodshot eyes. “–when Riley and the boys left.”
Drake looks down at his feet, slipping his fingers in the back pocket of his jeans. “Th-that’s not why she left. You,” he scoffs, “you and your fancy friends brought that girl here and made her think she was royalty–”
“I appointed you both as such, Drake! Have you forgotten?”
“–we didn’t need your fucking charity, Liam!”
“Charity?” Liam snickers under his breath. “You really want to talk charity with me?” Liam furiously shakes his head before peering vengefully at his friend. “Who gave you the money to repair your truck after you wrecked after one of your benders–?”
“–oh, fuck off, Liam!”
“–and then this same person had to pay for several guards to keep silent and not turn you over to the police when they came snooping around with rumors of an accident. Oh, but, ‘we didn’t need your fucking charity, Liam’.” Liam starts to pace as he begins to raise his voice. “Or what about the time you gambled away your wedding band? The deed to your house? Your entire inheritance from your father? Christ, he must be so proud of you right now–”
“–Fuck you, Liam!”
“Who do you think is keeping you from being locked up right now for dissidence?”
With bated breath both men glare at one another with hatred, hands gripped into fists, sizing one another up.
“Mr. Walker?”
The haunting voice calls to him again, but Drake shakes it from his head as he remains focused on his best friend… his onlyfriend.
Liam finally exhales the breath he was holding, a look of sadness crossing his face. “Drake, I–I don’t know what to do for you anymore.” The king begins to ring his fingers, his eyes welling with tears. “I–I don’t know what’s going to get your attention.”
“Li, I’m fine.”
Liam raises a sorrowful eyebrow, unable to respond.
“I’m serious, Li, I’m fine.”
Liam takes a deep breath. “Okay, old friend. We expect you out by the end of the day.” Liam turns to exit the trashed ballroom.
“Wait… wait, where am I supposed to go?” Drake calls out to Liam, but the king never turns back around.
“Liam?Liam?”
“Mr. Walker?”
Drake finally opens his eyes, an older, colorful woman pulling him from his memory. “Are you ready, Mr. Walker?” She flashes a kind, friendly smile before turning her attention to the crowd that has gathered. “Shall we get started, folks? We have a very special guest tonight…”
As she continues her introduction, Drake begins to ring his hands nervously. Feeling his heart race wildly in his chest, he starts to recollect how he used to cure his anxiety, searching for the answers at the bottom of bottles, spending most of his days actively dying rather than living.
But not anymore.
“… please welcome Drake, thirty days sober.”
With a roar of celebration from the audience, Drake stands, straightening the wrinkles from his slacks before approaching his sponsor. She hands him a special red chip, marked with a giant ‘30’ before giving Drake a tight hug.
Drake bites his lip, fidgeting with the trinket in his palm. As he finally looks out into the crowd, a sudden crooked smile grows across his face.
There in the back of the room was a familiar, tall blond beaming with pride. Liam. With a gentle nod of acknowledgement to his lifelong friend, Drake blows away his nervous jitters
“My name is Drake,” he takes a deep, trembling breath. “And… I’m an alcoholic.”
Having to lose it all to finally get himself help. And to have his life long friend supporting him at such an important moment on his road to recovery..
Ready to finish next chapter of California Call Girl, TNA fluff piece and Part 2 of In the End
How it’s really going:
YOU GOT THIS, GIRL! You can do it! Don’t give up–it’s in that sweet noggin’ of yours! But… I’m sending in some reinforcement! How about some motivation?
Delaying the Inevitable - Chapter 34 - When Forever Falls Apart
Book:Open Heart 3 (Post Series)
Pairing: Tobias Carrick x MC, Ethan Ramsey x MC
Rating: Chapter: Mature Warnings: Serious injury/possible death of a major character, accident, mentions of blood/injuries, cursing, and some heartbreak for good measure.
Summary: Extended Series WIP – Love Triangle. In this chapter – Casey’s relief turns to anguish after a tragic accident; fear and confusion grip several characters as they sit vigil; Tobias and Casey are forced to face difficult issues, and someone unexpected appears.
Category: Extended Series (WIP)
A/N: I apologize. You’ll be OK. I’ll be OK. They’ll be OK. We’ll be OK. There are some special moments in here, but most require tissues. For those who have read 33 (now 34) chapters, I love you. I mean it. Now that I’ve blubbered…. Yes, the Chapter title is When Forever Falls Apart, but the song inspiration’s name is Till Forever Falls Apart by Ashe and Finneas. It’s one of my favorite songs from recent years, but, y’all know what Finneas did to you in Chapter 13.
A/N 2: I’m submitting this to @choicesmonthlychallenge , Day 23, healing. Because, while it may not feel like it in this chapter, I assure you, this is the impetus for a lot of soul searching and healing that will lead us to the conclusion of this series, so, it feels appropriate.
A/N 3: I feel like I have so much more I want to say, but honestly, I’m a little drained. I am going to take a few days off to recharge, I reallywant to tie this up well, so I’ll have the next chapter to you ASAP, but no date promised. Oh, and regarding the last chapter. Clearly, it’s impossible to make every reader happy, but I assure you, I’m staying true to the story, true to the characters and, as from day one, this is CASEY’S story and I will be true to her. It’s taken a whole lot to put out this series, and, it’s been well worth it all I ask is if you’re not happy, at least be kind. Happy (??) Reading.
The notification of chapter 34 had me drop my own tumblr work and read this.
Girl, do you know how to make a person cry happy tears sad tears and with that ending have one shouting a big ol’ WHAT! OH HELL NO!!
When Casey told Ethan she loved him and not to leave her and when he looked at her before going into surgery (that was perfect)
I would go to the bar too and drink Jameson if I would have heard someone I love saying those things to their ex.. bottoms up it hurt when he was questioning what Casey’s feeling were for him.
First and foremost, THANK YOU! “The Luck of the Draw” has been such a fun event to host, all because of y'all! Seriously! Every submission, every like, every share… y'all have made this event truly something special. So, from the bottom of our moody musical hearts, thank you!
But, we’re far from over…
Check out that playlist! Whew! It’s beautiful! These are all of the submissions we received! Give it a listen; it’s truly fantastic!
Now, each of y'all that gave us a submission should have received a message from us with the song/artist that was picked at random for you. We’re purposely not revealing who submitted which song, and we’re not sharing who got what until you post your actual creation. However, if you want to share which song you submitted or which song you were given, you can. We just wanted to create another element of surprise.
Remember:
Creations can be anything! It can be a piece of writing (ie a one-shot, part of a series, a HC), a moodboard, an edit, a text message/IG edit or virtual art! Be inspired and get creative.
Posts are due by March 31st at midnight.
When you post, please tag this blog (@moodmusicmonday). We will reblog it AND tag the other creators as well as other people that desire to be tagged (we apologize now for duplicate tags). Didn’t create anything, but still want to see everything? You’re important, too! Ask for a tag!
We are currently spinning the wheel and matching usernames with songs! We will contact you in your DMs with what song you drew TODAY! We will then make a post here on tumblr about what happens next… PLUS we will post the playlist with all of the submitted songs!
So, here’s to the Luck of the Draw! Good luck, creators! And thank you all for making this event happen! This is going to be so much fun because of YOU!
Delaying the Inevitable Chapter 33: A Twist of Fate
Book:Open Heart 3 (Post Series)
Pairing: Tobias Carrick x MC, Ethan Ramsey x MC
Rating: Chapter: Teen Warnings: Some cursing, verbal altercations.
Summary: Extended Series WIP – Love Triangle. In this chapter – Ethan’s admission leads to several heated confrontations, leaving the diagnostic team to find a way to continue to work together. Though it hasn’t been long, the job search hasn’t been moving as quickly as Casey would like and her friends have some advice. Casey receives disturbing news.
Category: Extended Series (WIP)
A/N: Almost there! Just two chapters left, and I can’t believe it’s almost over! I want to point out that in this chapter we will refer to Raf as an EMT. That is because you don’t just take a couple classes to add to your EMT training to become a physical therapist in any world. So, once again, we make up for PB’s ridiculousness. I hope you enjoy the chapter, as always feel free to shoot me any questions or observations you may have!
Summary: Almost two decades ago, he gave love a chance–and she betrayed him. Now after all of this time, Dr. Ethan Ramsey and Dr. Tatum Erikson realize that their past feelings might not exactly be ancient history–especially now that they are forced to work together.
Category: Angst; sprinkles of fluff; mini series
Warning/Trope: language; suggested child abuse and sexual promiscuity
Word Count: 4783 (+/-)
A/N:this is a new mini-series specifically created for the @openheartfanfics Trope Challenge, and this chapter is my submission for Week 1: And there’s some good ol’ Pining…
Dr. Tatum Erikson was born a few weeks ago during a Drunken Drabbles sesh (click here if you’d like to read that fic), and since then, she has become a dear character to me that I hope you all enjoy! Thank you for taking the time, and I hope you enjoy the story!
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