Moved from @cassie-writes-things
Tagging everyone following my old writing account which I will no longer be using at all or deactivating. Still haven't decided which one I'll be using. I literally have missed you all so much though!
Hi everyone, long time no see! I'm back and better than ever though on this account. Having multiple emails just got to be a bit too much. I'm still very much Cassidy Jackson, a STEM major who writes realistic fiction as well as dystopian now. I'm a year older, maybe a year wiser and back to bring you full force into me taking over writeblr (I'd never do this, there are too many amazing writers out there!)
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*rod serling voice* I submit for your approval a less eye-burning polyamorous flag that also has some gold stripes added so the gold is included even in designs that can't incorporate the pi symbol.
Edit: Now with headers included, free to use without credit, and a version without the pi symbol.
Please note: The colors on this flag are subdued on purpose, so that it does not cause the same kind of eye-strain the original polyamorous flag does, while still retaining the symbolism that went into the chosen colors.
(Please don't add eye-burningly bright flags onto this post to compare them, that defeats the purpose)
[ID: Two versions of a pride flag with five stripes of different widths: A dark blue stripe, a thin gold stripe, a dark red stripe, a thin gold stripe, and a black stripe. In the center is a pi symbol in the same gold color as the thin stripes. The second version does not have the pi symbol.
A wider, rectangular version of each flag is beneath it. End ID.]
mainly because I really want to include the polyamorous flags in my pride designs but the original starts giving me a headache after just a few seconds of looking at it :(
feel free to use for literally anything you'd use a pride flag for, art, icons, headers, moodboards, redbubble designs, tshirts, literally anything, no credit needed. As far as I'm concerned it's public domain. The headers should be able to fit onto your tumblr blog without needing to be adjusted.
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Moonacre Week 2023
Day 05: Cave
1823
“Damn –”
Maria bit her lip to suppress the rest of a very unladylike curse and moved her hand to wave the smoke away. Of course she had dropped her torch. Was this her divine punishment for coming here alone?
She had been fascinated by the cliffs in the morning and had wanted to go exploring, but her uncle and governess had been in firm agreement that such a pastime was not suitable for a young lady.
Nonsense. If Mary Anning did it all the time, why shouldn’t Maria Merryweather?
So she had come back in the evening. Miss Heliotrope was in her room indulging in her digestion problems, and her uncle was…getting drunk in the billiard room, most likely.
She had been well prepared, dressed in sturdy shoes and wrapped in a warm coat over a dark riding dress. She had even though to light the torch at the edge of the cave, with one of those matches that nearly burnt her fingers off. Luckily, the sea wasn’t far.
But now, of course, she had dropped the god-damn torch, because a bat and a noise had scared her.
She might be able to find her way back without a torch, but there were more tunnels in the walls of the cave than the one she had come through, and some of them had looked quite narrow and steep, and who knows where they led? She would have to hope to find the right one in absolute darkness. Perhaps it would be better if she stayed right here and waited for the first group of tourists in the morning. Maria shuddered as she imagined it – the humiliation would be far worse than her uncle’s furious disapproval. And Miss Heliotrope, what would she say if she didn’t find Maria in her room in the morn-
There!
There was that noise again! Maria turned her head to listen.
A quiet shuffling sound, not far above the ground. Not an animal, it did not sound like fur or paws or panting. On the contrary, it might have been fabric, or leather, quietly scraping over well-worn stones. Human steps, quiet and slow, but steady and sure. Someone who knew the way.
Only the stories she’d heard about smugglers along the coast stopped her from calling out, “Hello! Is anybody there?”
Instead, she turned towards the sound, reached out her hand until she felt the cold rock under her palm, and followed the stranger’s steps as quietly as she could. It was madness, of course it was, but this entire endeavour of hers had been madness from the beginning.
If all else failed, she thought at the sight of the far opening of the cave, suppressing a giggle that was in equal parts hysterical and relieved, she could blame the full moon.
She stood still in the darkness. The moon was particularly full that night. Had it ever shone so bright before? She could see the way ahead, and she could see the stranger, tall and lean, moving across the uneven ground with the grace of a tightrope walker.
At the very edge of the cave, he stood and turned. The moonlight gave his silhouette a thin silver contour, but his face was still in the dark, so Maria could not make out his features.
Nevertheless – and she would later blame this on her full-moon folly – she took a step forward into the light.
For a second or an eternity, they stood there watching each other, like two ghosts in the place where one had died by the other’s hand.
Then the stranger turned and left, and Maria waited until she could not hear anything but the sea and her own heartbeat anymore.
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