People are going to get whiplash from reading some of the dialogue in Part 2

“Girls, I’d like to introduce you to my boyfriend who’s an eldritch horror beyond human comprehension. His body is made up of multiple human faces with no eyes to see, no mouths to scream with. They span in directions that we cannot see in our dimension. He can phase his hands through my body and strum my every nerve like the strings of a fiddle. He came from a dimension that my mind can’t quite grasp with billions of other horrors just like him. He also drives a red Ferrari Barchetta that looks really cool”.

“Whoa, girl! That’s my dream man!!!”

“OMG wife him up or else I will 😍😍😍”

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I picked up Flatland and ate it like a potato chip.

Just curious cause I’ve gone back and forth on this! I like that the abbreviated names allow the reader to fill in with their own like in canon, but it also feels kinda clunky and awkward, especially if characters with first names are involved (i.e., “A Sphere dismissed Carlton.” Even if you know why I think your brain kinda instinctively goes “why does Carlton get a first name and A Sphere doesn’t”). But also it sometimes feels like headcanon names create a sort of disconnect, like “oh that’s not A Square, that’s Arthur”. So I really don’t know which I prefer haha

“INFINITY-” *FUCKING DIES* - A sqaure or something idfk

We love Rick.

An interclass shag in triangle town

Once apon a time, an Octagon named Reginald Bartholomew the 8th, first generation of nobility in his line, was taking a stroll through the merchant district of Flatland. His great great great great grandfather (Reginald Bartholomew the 4th, a square of high noteriety in his field, who had daringly fought and won the case against Chantelle O. Linea, noted chromatist spy and revolutionary), had left this place of his forfathers and taken his family’s first step into notoriety. Reginald (jostled as he walked by lowly isosceles triangles and line segments who swayed uncomfortable past him) was here simply to see the shop of his forfathers. He had been feeling uninspired, and thought that seeing this historic landmark would enlighten him - show him the path that would help his family towards circularity.

So as he stood outside the old law firm at 369 Triangle Town, he was shocked and vaguely disgusted to see a run down little stall with a regular, yet shabby looking equilateral triangle at it. The firm was still part of his estate after all. Who had allowed it to be rented to a *Triangle*?!

‘You, Triangle’

The triangle started at the smooth tone and clear, posh accent. He wiggled back and fourth, clearly attempting to recognise Bartholomew by sight before meekly going still and saying

'permission to feel you to ascertain your configuration?’.

Bartholomew scoffed, for this triangle had clearly never seen an octagon before.

'No need Triangle, I am an Octogon. Reginald Bartholomew the 8th, to be exact.’

'Oh, I see M'lord, forgive me for asking to touch you. My name is-’

'No need to be familiar. Tell me Triangle, is this your domicile?’

'Yes M'lord, I rent from Clarence O'Penta. May I ask why?’

Reginald shuddered with annoyance. Clarence… he hated that man with a burning passion, little acute suck up was always trying to vex him.

'I see. Do you know that I am the owner of the property you live in?’

Crap.

Trivan, Reginalds’s tenant, went still. He was behind on rent actually, and this frankly gorgeous octogon stood in front of him was stating he was the landlord? Why else would he come visit if not to collect on rent!! Trivan couldn’t afford to be kicked out. This was the nice part of Triangle town, and for an equilateral like him, to return to the isosceles slums of his origin would bring great shame to his fathers (two squares who graciously adopted him on the day of Trivan’s confirmation that he was, in fact, truly equilateral). He couldn’t have that. His mind drifted and thought of sending his fathers (eccentric men, collectors of fine art and fine friends) a nice blanket woven in the artisan district, that sat front and centre in his stall. He couldn’t have them knowing he was broke.

'Focus Trivan!!’ He thought to himself. How oh how could he avoid getting kicked out… once again he glanced at the shapely octogon, and a thought sprang to mind…

Coming out from the counter and moving closer to Reginald, and saying in the most sultry tone he could muster (one he had heard his fathers use often when they thought they were alone…)

'Mlord… may I be so bold as to say how dashing you look. Please may I touch your *numerous* sides? For I have never felt an Octogon before…’ he shifted his form and span a full 360⁰ turn so that the Octogon could see all of him. A very lewd act.

Bartholomew started at the Triangle’s insolence and blubbered to himself for a second before realising he should be calm in front of the lower classes. This triangle was coming onto him. Bartholomew felt himself stiffen at his posterior vertex from the attention. This was his tenant… this was his house… perhaps it would be worth seeing where this goes…

'I suppose if you feel you must, Triangle, you may touch me. But keep those points to yourself - any funny business and I’ll call the constabulary’

'Wouldn’t dream of it m'lord’

And with that, Trivan, for the first time in his life, felt a true 125⁰ angle. The smoothness, the elegence, the exactness of each angle to specifically 125⁰ with no variance at all!!! Trivan got a boner. And with that, he blurted out

'Fuck, was your grandfather a circle or something?! I’ve never felt consistency like this - everyone is usually a degree or two off somewhere!!!’

Reginald’s maternal Grandfather had in fact been a hexacontaenneagon - close enough to being a circle for anyone to care, and a member of the nobility. The fact that his own sides were so low relative to that bothered him immensely.

In a quick motion he pushed the Triangle off and stormed them both into the house while growling 'are you saying my mother married below her class!??!!’

She had married below her class. Trivan didnt know this though, he was just trying to make Reginald horny.

'Oh no no no no no M'lord, I swear no, that’s not what I meant. It’s just that you’re so shapely and regular-’

'Yknow your parents were isoscelese!! How dare you acuse my mother of such’ the octogon backed Trivan into a corner of the pentagon shaped house. He felt his 60⁰ point slot awkwardly against the 108⁰ corner of the room.

Meekly yet with indignation he says 'my fathers are squares!!’

This gave Reginald a pause. Fathers? How liberal. Chromatists tend to allow for same sex marriages… he wondered how they pulled this adoption off in flatland.

Reginald adjusted his position to display his enlarged posterior vertex 'well. I bet your chromatist fathers would be very proud to know you caught the eye of an octagon hmm?’

Trivan knew his fathers would be immensely proud. And while he resented them being called chromatists (even though he himself secretly suspected they were), he also knew this would be very beneficial to him. It’s not every day an octagon propositions you in this way - it only usually happens during elections while they’re campaigning, and it’ll be five years until that next happens!

Trivan had decided. He would let this Octogon do anything he damn well pleased.

Part 1/?

read my banger flatland oc wlw fic… or not… idc… ion curr….. hmph…..,,,. (Rated mature but nothing CRAZY crazy happens.)

Book Review for Flatland

Flatland

★★★★

Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions by Edwin A. Abbott is a short, strange, and surprisingly deep 1884 novella that I finished feeling like I only half-grasped it—but I’m glad I stuck with it! Narrated by A Square, it describes life in a two-dimensional world of geometric shapes, where social class depends on the number of sides (more sides = higher status), women are straight…

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I’m nott combining interests for the fourth time guys. i’m NOT.

If art isn’t meant to be political, then explain this.

Some various stuff from the Flatland community Magma + miscellaneous sketch dump. Rambling about them and life update below!

Man, the hyperfix is bad, y'all. I noticed in the past four or so years that my interest in Gravity Falls took a major major shift from the whole show to basically only Bill (not that I don’t love it all of course! Always will. But there’s loving something and then there’s being autistic about it). I used to be majorly into Billford in like 2020 (closeted; believe it or not it was very controversial before TBoB) and then I started shipping Yungbill more seriously and it was like yeah ykw humans are boring I prefer my shapes. So Flatland is having the effect of, like, GF if it was only Bill, and it’s crack to me. Best part is I can be crazy about both at the same time! It’s all shapes yay

But anyway, the drawings! I’ve seen a couple “A Sphere survives the war” concepts and they are really damn cool, so when somebody started drawing one I wanted to throw my hat in. I think the concept of him losing his pretty face is really interesting because he clearly values his status as a Sphere way too much. I think he’s highly privileged with a lot of really backwards values that could probably only really be challenged the hard way.

You know he’s trying to cover himself in an insane amount of gold makeup and slink around in big stupid shades like a movie star avoiding the paparazzi. And then the other person also added Carlton saving him to the mix which I think is hilarious. A Sphere’s so proud that he probably doesn’t wanna be seen by anyone like this, so Carlton has to take on the burden of listening to him complain the entire time. But at this point Carlton probably just feels bad for him, really

Last couple sketches are me still struggling to figure out Atticus’s “anthro”/Euclydian design. It’s surprisingly hard! I’m still not sold on either of these and the transparency thing is real tricky. Trying not to copy a fantastic “anthro” A Square I saw from one of my fav shape artists as well bwahaha

Very last one is what Minty and I have affectionately dubbed “Hatticus”. The concept is that Angelus gave him it to prevent other Spacelanders from reading his mind. Either it was just laying around or somebody knitted it for him, but I can’t see Angelus knitting, really, so not sure who that would be. In the multiverse scenario maybe Spherius.

Alrighty that’s it for the art stuff, now I just wanna give a life update. We’ve signed a lease on an apartment! The next year is probably gonna be weird, but I think being on our own in charge of our own lives is going to be really good for us…if not horribly scary. Crossing my fingers that I’ll actually be able to work a job

My mental health these past three years has been really, really dreadful and I find I’m not able to make very good art when my headspace is bad. I think that’s why I’ve been producing a lot of lower-effort fandom stuff, because it’s easy dopamine and an easy way to connect with people, and I’m in need of some easy wins these days. I find myself frequently bummed that I’m not making weirder art. I don’t entirely know my own artistic voice and haven’t had the energy to go looking very much, which sucks. But thanks for sticking with me through the lull, I hope this change will have me feeling more like myself again so I can show you who I really am! Lots of love

2# part –Sometimes you wish someone would leave and then you regret it–

Who stole a squar?

“Are you making fun of me? We barely know eachother for your information. More importantly, would you even believe me IF I were to talk about him?”

(cis)Women are lines, not shapes. (cis)Men are shapes. Do with this information whatever you want. I have a trans character that’s an Irregular Shape (she’s a star!).

Flatland also has a caste system:

Circles = Priest-kings.

Polygons = doctors

Squares = lawyers

Equilateral triangles = merchants, tradesmen

Isoceles triangles = soldiers, cops, teachers

Lines = women

Other details:

• Colouring your sides is vulgar and forbidden, as it means “lower” orders of shapes can mimic “higher” ones.
• Women are required by law to sway their backside back and forth and hum a Peace Cry when they are moving around, so shapes don’t ram into them, get speared, and die. A Woman turning her back on you is an act of threat of violence.
• The “higher” shapes live in constant unspoken fear of the sharper “lower” shapes rebelling and quash it however they can
• Having irregular sides or shape is illegal and if it can’t be corrected with surgery in infancy the person is locked up or killed
• Every subsequent generation has one more side if sufficient conditions are met. We are not told what they are but the assumption from the Flatlanders is that it’s morality-based (remember, Flatland was written as a satire of Victorian English society)
• Talking about 3rd dimensions gets you locked up in an asylum forever.
• Touching other people to discern their shape is known as Feeling and while it was once ok and polite, now it’s considered vulgar.
• It’s cheaper to just let schoolteachers die of starvation so they just lock them in a box in the classroom and when they die they just get a new one. I’m dead serious this is in the book.

There is no way in hell Bill had a happy childhood. No way in hell.

Flatland, if you want to read it yourself. It’s short.

New video!!!

my flatland 2: sphereland experience

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