#flatland ocs

[fishiestickie]

ENOUGH DRAWING PEOPLE'S OCS. /SILLY WHERE ARE *YOUR* OCS I AM WILLING TO DRAW THEM >:D

OH! OH OH OH OKAY OKAY HERES SOME OF MY OCS

FLATLAND OCS YAYYY!:

so the first one is Marley, or M. Cube if you wanna call her that. The second one is Lyn, or L. Line.

I have yet to talk about these guys all that much, but the whole gist of their story is that Marley talks to Lyn about the third dimension.

To go more in depth: Their story takes place way in the past, long before the events of canon Flatland. Lyn is just your average line, though people don't really seem to look at her as "average" because she doesn't know how to talk to people, and also she's an absolute bitch. Yeahhh Lyn kind of just... doesn't like anyone in general... She's also a girlkisser btw lol, so's Marley.

But anyway, while Lyn is just living her life minding her business, Marley pretty much shows up out of nowhere to teach Lyn about the the wonderful fantastic world of Spaceland, yayyy. Naturally, Lyn is kind of skeptical and is her usual bitchy-self, but since she's always kind of questioned if everything she was ever told was right, Marley is able to get her to believe that there is in fact a third dimension relatively easily. She never directly shows Lyn the third dimension, though, mostly because she doesn't have the technology to do so (because if she tried to lift Lyn out of Flatland with her bare hands, she would die lol.) But with enough explaining and convincing, Lyn is taught about the third dimension, which is great for her.

So anyway, after that, Marley just leaves immediately which, naturally, Lyn is pretty devastated about (imagine if you were visited by a higher being and told about some awesome other world and then it just leaves.) She tries to keep this knowledge to herself for a few days, because she's already bad enough at conveying any info at all, but after a while she can't take it anymore and finally tries to tell someone. Which eventually leads to her being hunted down and executed, pretty much.

Oh, but thats not the end of the story!

This is 16-cell, A.K.A E. Hexadecachoron or Edgar. A being from the fourth dimension, or as I like to sometimes call it, Angleland.

So anyway, after a while, Marley goes to check on Lyn only to find that she's, y'know, fucking dead. So this is genuinely heartbreaking for Marley, because she had gotten attached to Lyn, then found out she's dead? Yeah. Sad. But before Marley can be all depressed about it, she's visited by 16-cell, the 4D guy. 16-cell tells Marley that he's here to teach her about the fourth dimension, much like Marley had come to teach Lyn about the third. Only this time, he actually shows her the fourth dimension. So after a while, while Marley is in Angleland, 16-cell tells her that he knows about Lyn, and says that Marley could see her again (because the fourth dimension is kind of time, kind of a spacial dimension, its sorta complicated...) to which, obviously, Marley agrees to do. So they travel through time, back to when Lyn was still alive, and 16-cell actually shows her the third—and fourth!—dimension. But anyway, Lyn and Marley reunite, yuri, the end. (For now, until I add more details to their story... thats just what I have right now...)

Sorry, just wanted to rant about them! I love my silly shape gals... Also maybe if you know their story you'll be able to make more silly drawings, so. That's sorta what I was going for.

Hope that all made sense btw.

I HAVE OTHER OCS TOO! but uh... I don't really have their stories fleshed out, nor have i named them, so right now I kind of just have a bunch of spare shape guys lying around. So yeah.

ILL BE LOOKING FORWARD TO YOUR ART OF MY SILLIES

[invertedshroom]

flatland hyperfixation coming back during finals was not on my 2025 bingo card but here we are

[rjalker]

gimme ur flatland OCs and I can maybe crochet them. maybe.

I won't be able to give them to you, but I can give you the pattern i used to make them lol

Update 01! Nov 9 2024:

@ranmagender 's Lana the gamer girl

[ID: A photo of a crochet original Flatland character named Lana, held up against a white wall. Lana is a pink and blue line, with a large round eye in her upper middle, with a blue eyelid and red iris. She is made in single crochet, with alternating chunks of pink and blue. Her top and lower section are rounded. End ID.]

Pattern, made up as I went along:

Top and bottom. Make 2, one longer than the other.

Chain 2. 8x single crochet into the first stitch, slip-stitching to close. Pull tail tight.

Chain 1. 2x single crochets into each stitch. Slip stitch to close.

Single crochet in rows until desired length. Add second color if desired.

After reaching desired length, in the back loops only, make one more row of single crochet. Fill now.

Cut a long tail. It will be used to close this and attach it to the rest.

In either only the front or back loops, use the hook to pull the tail through, pulling toward the center. When you get around to the end, gently pull the tail tight, and this will close the opening like a drawstring. Add a slip stitch anywhere to secure.

Head:

Chain 2. 10x single crochet into the 1st stitch. Slip stitch to close.

Chain 1. 2x single crochet into each stitch. Slip stitch to close.

Chain 1. 2x single crochet, 1x single crochet, 2x single crochet, repeating. Slip stitch to close.

Chain 2. 2x single crochet, 1x single crochet, 1x single crochet, 2x single crochet, repeating. Slip stitch to close.

1x single crochet in each stitch. Add a second color now if desired.

1x single crochet.

1x single crochet.

1x single crochet, 1x single crochet, single crochet together or skip, repeating.

2x single crochet, together or skip, single crochet, repeating.

Together or skip, repeating. Fill now.

Cut long tail. Doesn't have to be as long as the first ones. In the front or back loops only, pull the tail through towards center, then pull tight at the end of the row. Make a slip stitch to secure, then hide tail inside by pulling through from the back or side.

Eye:

Chain 3, turn, and single crochet in each stitch, one with increase. Repeat for three throws, increasing each time. Change to white.

One row of white, single crochet 1x each.

3x white, 2x red, 3x white for two rows.

One row of white with a decrease.

Decrease with white.

Make the last row of only decreased slip stitches.

[doridumbington]

comic practice this isnt really meant to be any loreee(!?!?!? But idk i just wanted to try making a comic

Transcript because my hand writing sucks:

Y. Sphere: I'm not sure we should do this..

Y: I mean... the last time something like this happened...

S. Sphere: ...

Y: Well..

Y: It didn't end too well...

[ciphercalamitiez]

Uhhh

yyyeeeeaaahh

[dipperpines-kin]

there could be an inscription

OMG ART OF MY OC's ALREADY!!!??? I FREAKING LOVE THEM! Arlow's ghost form is JUST how i imagined it would be! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ARTWORK YOU ARE A DELIGHT!!

[dayo-doodles]

Dayo meeting Arlow for the first time, hes only being nice cause Arlow's a ghost.

[publicdomaindisabledcharacters]

Hauntlight and Cenotaph, a pair of original, public domain characters created for the also public domain book Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions, by Edwin Abbot Abbot.

This character reference sheet took like four days to make.

[ID: Two images, both compilations of drawings of two original characters, Hauntlight and Cenotaph.

The first drawing, which focuses on Hauntlight, is titled, "Hauntlight - it/its/itself pronouns only, yes, even in mundane, 'all-human' AUs. It's not human, only human-passing, even if born to human parents.

From top to bottom and left to right, the following drawings are labled:

"Daemon / aether / familiar is always a rabbit", showing a simple drawing of a tan rabbit, and a purple and grey shape with three lobes to represent a Flatland rabbit.

Next is a simple black line that has zig-zags and a fork at the end, with the same Flatland rabbit shape next to it for scale, showing it comes up to around where the back section forks.

Next to this is the same zig-zagged line, colored in orange, labled, "Can be thicker, though its exoskeleton is abnormally thin".

Next to this is a crude scribble drawing of a humanoid figure with ink-black skin, withd a dark brown heart shape in the center of its torso, with three stripes on either side like a rib cage. Each ankle and wrist, along with its spade-tipped tail, has two more brown stripes, one thin, one thick. It is missing one eye, with the other orange with a brown pupil. It has pointed ears, a tall asymetrical horn on one side of its head, and grey flopped over hair on the other.

It is labled, "Huamnoid! Asymetrical hair. Triped, cat face, animal ears, 1 horn, stylized grey hair, ink-black skin, 1 eye, needs glasses." Next to its right hand, which we see on the left, is a orange and yellow cane.

After this is a pale human seen from the knees up, labeled, "Human-passing! Earth (with daemons). 'Disguised' as a boy (not really, lol). Gets to have crutches!".

This version of the character is wearing a brown eye patch over its missing left eye, with its other eye black, wearing a grey-brown shirt under a dark brown vest, and warm brown pants with a dark belt. It has wooden forearm crutches, and wears a dark brown newsie cap.

After this is another version of the line from before, labled, "Most simplified! If drawn as a solid shape, should be black or orange", with a smiley face emoji. Next is a "Literal Line", purple with a grey outline, labled, "too short, ran out of paper. Grey exo, 2x repro organs, 1 set functional".

The last form is a humanoid form with three legs and two arms, with a single large cyclops eye in the center of its round head, which is tipped with a swooped arrow like a spear point. It has the same colors and pattern as the earlier humanoid, with ink-black skin and brown markings.

It has the same yellow and orange cane drawn over its right hand, which has an uncolored pencil drawing below it showing three rounded, "long webbed fingers". The rest of the labels are, "three legs", with an arrow pointing at its far left leg, which we see on the right, labeling it "worst leg: left leg", with its simple rounded feet "like hooves". Next to it is a separate spade-tipped tail, labled, "Can have spade tail [because] tails are cool, but not required. Finally, there is a drawing of a large, yellow and orange cyclops goggle labled, "could wear eyeglass if not living under The Current Regime".

The last part of text reads, "Black skin like pen ink, just light enough 2 differentiate from lines, or lineless.".

The second drawing shows three digital drawings on a black background, with white outlines, showing different styles of an original Flatland character, Cenotaph.

The first style is labeled, “Literal Line”, and shows an upward pointing arrow with a small box around the straight tail, with small curved lines coming off the sides, like cilia.

The second is labeled, “Speculative”, and shows a more detailed Flatland version as seen from above. In this form, Cenotaph has a grey exoskeleton, and a body with a rounded main section, and two long ear-shaped sections at the top, with its eye in the center. Its blood is purple, and its brain, lung, stomachs, heart, and reproductive organs are in different shades of pink and dark red.

Attached to the sides of its main body section are two cage-like contraptions with five points boring into Cenotaph’s exoskeleton, with the outside covered in the same short curved likes as the simplified version as cilia or fins. One side of the “swimmer” is colored gold to make it easier to see, the other is greyscale. Where the barbs are injected into Cenotaph’s exoskeleton, there are thick black lines of scar tissue around them.

The final drawing is labled, “Stylized”, and shows a three-dimensional cartoon rabbit walking on all fours, with an orange and yellow wheelchair holding its back legs up off the ground, with orange straps and yellow cushioning. The rabbit is dark brown, with three black stripes on its back, a black fluffy tail, and two stripes, one thick, the other thin, on its ankles and ears, with a single large orange eye with a brown slit pupil in the center of its face instead of a mouth.

End ID.]

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An original character / self insert created for the setting of Edwin Abbot Abbot's Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions, which is public domain.

You can read or download it for free from Project Gutenberg here:

"https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/201"

There's a great free audiobook on the web archive here:

"https://archive.org/details/Flatland_Book/01+1+-+Flatland.mp3"

My art (including many more than shown here!) of this character can be downloaded in HD from the web archive here:

"https://archive.org/details/hauntlight-the-irregular-line"

You can also check out the tags here on tumblr, "Hauntlight the Irregular Line", and "Cenotaph the rabbit aether".

[accessible-flatland-art]

[ID: Six photos of paper with traditional drawings on them. The first shows Bill Cipher from the show Gravity Falls. Bill is an equilateral triangle with a bowtie and tophat, and skinny black arms and legs. He has his single large eye narrowed at soemthing offscreen, and has one hand lifted, wreathed in fire. The second drawing also shows Bill in a slightly different pose, now looking to the other side with his lower eyelid raised, making him look like he is smiling or laughing, his left hand now raised covered in fire. Below him is a tick-tack-toe box, and a character made out of connected squares with eyes. The third drawing shows Bill with one hand on his hip, leaning forward towards a box labeled "my problems", and pointing one finger at it, saying, "oops!" as he sets it on fire. The fourth drawing shows "Bipper", or Bill Cipher posessing Dipper Pines, also from Gravity Falls. He is a young kid with short hair, now with eyes with slit pupils like a cat, laughing at the camera with a spiral over his head. The fifth drawing shows Bill floating and looking down at the camera, with the edges of his eye shaped like a cat's mouth with teeth and his pupil in the center like a gullet, saying, "Nyan", with his hands raised at his sides. The last drawing is of a stylized, original Flatland character, who has a single large round eye for both head and face, floating horns, a short tail with a spade end, and wears a long jacket, with feet shaped like boots, standing posed on one foot and looking back over their shoulder. End ID.]

uhhjj idk Bill doodles and my flatland linesona sneak ig (also Bipper doodle)

[cosmomatic]

Caesar and Rayelle after I landed teeth first into concrete

[fishiestickie]

figuring out magma

heres some stuff i made on it

tess is in one of these images so im gonna tag @katiekatdragon27 because its TEEECHNICALLY tess and 16-cell content

(kat, really, in truth, im less so tagging you because tess is there and more so tagging you because i wanted to show you my 16-cell art that I thought was cool and i was proud of because I SUCK when it comes to drawing on pc. but also yeah tess is there)

[rjalker]

the "there's predators in the third dimension that would eat them so they have eyespots and bright poison colors to ward off predation" version.

Who would want to eat something that looks like this? *Nani voice* Standing there? Staring at you?

[ID: An MS Paint drawing of four original characters for the book Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions. Each is a different 2D shape, labeled with their name. Victor Nietra is a square, covered in a pink, orange, and green pattern with a single purple eye like a weird blobby fish looking up at the camera. He is in the top left corner of the image, looking down at the rest of the characters. From left to right, Billie Oakley is a Straight Line who is a very thin diamond shape, with two red eyespots, and stripes of black, green, orange, and purple. Next to her is her mother, Bernice Oakley, a longer Straight Line shaped like a long, uneven rectangle, with a single purple eye, and almost symetrical stripes of black, purple, green, and orange. Next to his wife Bernice is Frank Oakley, an Isosceles triangle with a similarly pink blobby shape with a single red-brown eyespot, with the pink blob surrounded by green and orange with flecks of white. End ID.]

[accessible-flatland-art]

[ID: Black and white art showing several original characters, three as shapes, two as small, skinny dragons. Each shape character has only a single eye in the center of their head, while the dragons have two, one on either side of their head, though only one is shown at a time. In the upper left corner are a sphere and an equilateral triangle, both looking in confusion at a dragon labeled, "Ava", who stares at one of their uplifted paws, with little lines drawn around the other three paws to show they are new. This dragon character has small rounded ears and three fins on the back of their head, and two small eyelashes. Above this is a smaller drawing of a different dragon, who has two small curved back horns, and a single eyelash. They are smiling with their eye closed, making it appear like a zig-zag from their eyelash. The other dragon is in front of them, holding up a dark round object with their mouth open, text next to them reading, "the mouth!". The object is them drawn again facing the camera, showing multiple layers of lines, like a stylized rose. On the side, the dragon character with the horns is drawn with their full body visible, and labeled, "Nal", underlined for emphasis. They have a round head with a small tapered nose, a very long body and neck, and small, short legs with clawed feet. The end of their tail is very thin and dark. On the lower end of the drawing, the dragon with the rounded ears says cheerfully to a triangle who leans forward, "I know you can do it! If I can figure out inspiration, you can shift too." The triangle says, "Oh I see what's going on". End ID.]

some of my flatland needle characters from my story about the origin of serpents and dragons (the needle to noodle pipeline)

featuring hh that guy with many aliases and an ineffable true name that would kill all human senses in a micro second

[ciphercalamitiez]

It’s 3:31 am um uh uh UH

@fatigued-dreams

UM HERE Y OUG O

[neopronouns-in-action]

Neopronouns in Action #069: First Day of School

Neopronouns: zo/zol/zov/zolself which follow the same rules as he/him/his/himself

Replace he with zo

Replace him with zol

Replace his with zov

Replace himself with zolself

EX:

"He is going to adopt a new puppy soon, as soon as he gets a fence set up around his yard so the puppy can go outside without him having to walk it. His uncle is going to help set up the fence, since he has a set of power tools he’s letting him use, since he lost his. He's going to buy toys and train the puppy himself.”

Becomes:

"Zo is going to adopt a new puppy soon, as soon as zo gets a fence set up around zov yard so the puppy can go outside without zol having to walk it. Zov uncle is going to help set up the fence, since he has a set of power tools he’s letting zol use, since zo lost zov. Zo's going to buy toys and train the puppy zolself.”

= = =

Another Flatland short story, which will make a lot more sense if you go read Flatland.

Trigger warning for child abuse and police brutality.

= = =

069: First Day of School

“Alright, students, when I call your name, you will come north one at a time, and feel the angle on this specimen. Then you will return to your seats and write south what you think the answer is. You all remember your lessons from before your break, I hope? Eating lunch hasn’t erased your memories?”

“Yes.” Finley said, along with a simultaneous chorus of other yeses, nos and confused, “uhhs...” from the rest of zov classmates.

Zo had started out confidant with zov answer, but now zo was confused. Was zo answering yes that zo remembered zov lessons, or yes that lunch had made zol forget? This was zov first day at school, zov first day somewhere without zov mother there to supervise. It was frightening and exciting and fun. Right at this moment it was mostly confusing.

But Teacher Benami didn’t seem to care how confused the class was, because he started calling names. And because no one in the class had a byname that started with A, “Finley Brytye.” was the first name to be called.

Finley obediently moved to the front of the classroom, carefully maneuvering around the angles of zov classmates, and approached the blurry, almost imperceptible point of brightness that zo recognized only as Teacher Benami’s eye through sheer habit, and the brighter point that zo could only assume was the eye of the specimen. Since Finley sat at the back of the classroom, zo could only see the dim lines that were the backs of the rest of zov classmates.

Only because zo’d navigated this route dozens of times now did zo manage to avoid bumping into any of zov classmates as zo made zov way to the front of the large classroom where zov teacher was waiting. Everyone else made it look so easy, zo was constantly ashamed of zov clumsiness and did zov best to hide it.

This would be the first time Finley actually tested out zov educated Feeling skill. North until now, it had been nothing but theory, with Teacher Benami explaining the different kinds of angles, the scale from .5 to 59 degrees that indicated a wretched Isosceles--

(Any time zov parents talked about Isosceles, they always referred to them as ‘wretched’, so Finley now automatically placed the word ‘wretched’ in front of ‘Isosceles’ without even thinking about it)

--and how the students were to carefully feel along the angle of the specimen with their cillia, making sure not to press their side against it, or they might hurt themselves.

The specimen was, of course, a wretched Isosceles, which wasn’t a person, but it would give them practice for Feeling real people to tell their angles.

Finley’s mother had taught zol how to feel to recognize certain people, like zov siblings, father, and herself, but zo’d never thought about the measurements of their angles before in numbers, or anything besides a personal marker.

Finley approached cautiously, not wanting to bump into the specimen or zov teacher now that zo was closer. Finley’s angle was 60°, which was less dangerous than the angle of a wretched Isosceles (or Nature forbid, a Woman), but still much sharper and dangerous than that of a Square, or Pentagon, or any of the more elevated classes.

Zo was very close to the specimen and Teacher Benami now, and Finley paused for a moment, suddenly nervous. Did zo really have to touch the wretched Isosceles? What if its acute angle was contagious? Finley’s parents sometimes worried about zol and zov brothers being “infected” by too much contact with wretched Isosceles, it was why zo and his brothers always had to walk the long way to school, to avoid passing the work sector where the wretched Isosceles lived.

“Go on, son,” Teacher Benami said, chuckling a little, as though reading Finley’s mind, “It’s chained so securely, it couldn’t bite even if it wanted to.”

Finley still hesitated. North until this moment, zo’d never been this close to a wretched Isosceles before, let alone been preparing to touch one. “Can I wash my cillia afterward?” Zo asked, afraid of the infection zov parents were always whispering about.

Teacher Benami’s eye brightened in a smile, his laugh was louder this time, and Finley felt a ripple through the air as Teacher Benami waved his cillia in a gesture of mirth as he laughed, “Yes, yes, you may, Finley, and good on you for asking! That’s the spirit! But hurry on now, everyone needs to have their turn. Feel the angle right there where the eye is, figure out what degree you think it is, then you can go wash your cillia.”

With Teacher Benami’s urging, Finley gave in and scooted close to the brightly glowing eye, reaching out with zov foremost cillia, stretching it so much it started to hurt.

Zov cillia connected with the smooth line of one of the specimen’s sides, and zo almost felt zov heart stop with fear, expecting pain, or for some terrible mutating disease to sweep over zol, changing zol into an unrecognizable monster--

But nothing happened, except that Teacher Benami told zol to hurry north.

So Finley hurriedly brushed zov cillia forward, towards the now hidden glow of the specimen’s eye, wanting to get the experience over as quickly as possible--

And on the way of zov cillia’s slide south the other side of the point covering the specimen’s now hidden eye, zo felt his heart leap again, but this time not out of fear, but of surprised recognition.

“Felix?!” Zo cried automatically, instinctively shoving forward with zov other cillia to feel the familiar spot again to make sure zo wasn’t wrong. Zo wasn’t. Right there, to the left of Felix’s eye, was her birthmark, the small dent in her otherwise smooth side that had allowed Finley to recognize her for as long as zo could remember.

Finley’s mind was whirling with bewilderment and sudden anger. Why was zov cousin tied north and being called a specimen? Felix wasn’t a wretched Isosceles, she was a respectable Equilateral!

Not thinking about anything except the injustice of it, Finley began tugging violently at one of the chains constricting zov cousin to the wall, thinking to zolself, because zo couldn’t speak when zov mouth was latched onto the bitter metal of the chain, ‘I’ll get you out, Felix!’

The loud clacking of the heavy chain and Finley’s sudden, overwhelming rage made zol immune to the reprimands of zov teacher and the confused laughter of zov class, until zo felt the sudden, sharp jolt of the lance in zov side, before Teacher Benami shoved zol with one of his flat sides, so that Finley went crashing backwards away from zov enchained cousin, reeling from the shock.

Teacher Benami’s enraged voice roared so loudly Finley could feel the ripples of air against zov bruised skin; “What in Nature’s sight has gotten into you, young man?!” His eye was suddenly all that Finley could see, right in front of zov face.

Zo jerked backwards, and shouted back, “That’s not a specimen, that’s my cousin, Felix! Let her out! She’s not a wretched Isosceles! She’s an equilateral just like me!”

The room fell dead silent for a few heartbeats, then Teacher Benami jumped to the alarm button and snapped out, “Guards! Room 17! Get in here!”

Then Finley was being shoved again, this time until zo was squashed back against Felix, the large chains bruising zov side, pressing the two of them together until Finley thought zo would burst from the pressure.

Zo didn’t even know how long this lasted before the pressure was suddenly released, and for a few precious moments, zo could breathe again – then there were spikes of pain in all three of zov sides – the sharp stab of the guards’ lances, pinning zol in place.

Finley was dizzy, terrified, and felt sick. The lunch zo’d just eaten was threatening to come back north, hurting zov eye, which had clamped shut instinctively in self-preservation.

Teacher Benami whispered something to one of the guards that Finley couldn’t understand past the terror suffocating zol.

So zo didn’t see anything as zo was forced out of the room at lancepoint, shoved roughly and lanced any time zo stumbled or faltered, with the guards snarling and swearing each time.

Finley was forced backwards into a cell so small zo could literally feel zov back corners being crushed and bent out of shape. Zo still couldn’t convince zolself to open zov eye, so all zo could do was tremble in pain and fear as the sharp stench of distress pheromones filled the tiny room.

Hours passed where Finley had nothing to do but wallow in zov own misery, trying to understand what had happened. The temperature began to drop, signaling the fall of night. Zo began to shiver, feeling claws of ice wrap around zov insides.

Everything had turned into a disaster so quickly, zo still couldn’t process it or understand why these horrible things had happened.

Felix had been chained up in zov room like a wretched Isosceles, even though she was a respectable Equilateral. Equilaterals weren’t specimens, they were respectable tradesmen. They were supposed to grow up to be artisans.

This was Finley’s first day of school.

It wasn’t supposed to end like this.