#pls dont hate my art ;-;

[wild0moon]

ng crew : )

[bluepicmi]

Marcille's nightmare

[dvnieldraws]

death duo means sm to me (╥_╥)

[riddleech]

I'm sorry - really!!!

I connected two yellow triangles and now I hate myself too xD

[turontot]

(PLEASE DM ME FIRST FOR PERMISSION IF YOU PLAN ON REPOSTING!)

saw this ship going around on twitter and it honestly makes me laugh. i love stupid ships like this

(closeups and image description under more!)

[hkryu]

Please wake up and experience this summer dream I made for you and me

[lightningthunderstorm]

“ The face that launched a thousand ships”

A doodle of Helen. I’m not trying to be historically accurate here but rather trying to make her as beautiful as I possibly could.

Iliad book 3 kinda made me laugh for how she and Menelaus bullied Paris physically and mentally. Like even when separated they acted as a team.

It’d be funny if her dress low key resembles armor tho. Cuz she’s a Spartan girl. Idk

[ego-meliorem-esse]

Stormy Eyes

The 7-year-old looking boy with boundless energy, stood atop the hill, looking down at the small church where a somber funeral was taking place. In his small hand, Alfred clutched a single flower, a blue daisy. The daisy, a simple tribute to his best friend, Davie. Alfred had returned from London with excitement, eager to share his discoveries and stories, only to discover the devastating news of Davie's passing. His young heart ached, and the weight of grief hung heavily upon him.

Throughout his short life, Alfred had always been a whirlwind of activity, his mind racing from one thought to another, his body in constant motion. His father, Arthur, had observed these tendencies with a watchful eye, understanding that his son's boundless enthusiasm often came with moments of restlessness and broken vases.

As Arthur approached his young son, he saw the boy's restless fidgeting, his hands twisting the flower stem, and his gaze darting in all directions. He knew with how much enthusiasm and excitement Alfred carried and took care of the flower on his long journey to Boston. So, having Alfred bend and break the stem was a certain cause for concern. He recognized his boys fidgeting and what it stood for. An understanding that had developed over years of being Alfred's father and mentor.

"Alfred," Arthur said sternly, yet without a hint of annoyance. His voice carrying the weight of centuries of history and responsibility. Arthur looked down from the hill to the quaint church where a crowd of silhouettes gathered, and with an almost inaudible "Ah." understood the weight of the situation. He looked down at his son, his eyes softened with concern. "I'm sorry lad."

Alfred's response was not in words but in frantic fidgeting. His young mind was trapped in a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, rendering him staring down at the destroyed flower stem he seemed to cherish only a few hours before.

Seeing his son's distress, Arthur's concern deepened. He slowly kneeled down, reached out and gently held Alfred's face in his hands, physically anchoring the restless child and forcing their eyes to meet.

"Alfred," Arthur said firmly once again, his voice breaking through the chaos in Alfred's mind. "Focus, my son. You must."

Alfred's tear-filled eyes finally met his father's, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still. Arthur could see his son's eyes trying to suppress more tears from welling up. The effort was unsuccessful, because as soon as Alfred took a breath, all the supressed tears fell all at once. Through all that his boy didn't make a single sound.

Arthur's words continued, his voice carrying the weight of wistom obtained by blood and violence. "My boy, your life will be a lonely but fulfilling one. You will meet many people, nations, enemies and friends along the way. Each one will leave a mark on your heart, just as your friend here did." Arthur didn't dare look away at the funeral for the friend he just mentioned in fear of loosing Alfred to his own mind once again.

Arthur's voice almost quivered as he spoke of Alfred's lost friend. "Remember them, Alfred. Remember them all, and carry their memories with you. Your existence, my dear boy, is both a solitary journey and a shared one. You are not alone in this world of nations."

He paused, his grip on Alfred's face unwavering. "Your restless spirit is a part of who you are, Alfred, and it's a gift. Use it to carry the torch for those who have gone before us and for those who will come after. You have the strength within you to focus when it truly matters. Because, my son, when you do, miracles will happen."

He released his son and instead of going back to fidget with the plant, Alfred stood still and kept looking at his father.

As the funeral procession continued below, father and son remained standing on that grassy hill. Arthur's words seemed to echo back and forth in the young boys mind, his ocean eyes finally resembling calm waters. In that moment Arthur was reminded of stormy nights at sea and the calm morning that followed.

He was always good at sailing through the storm.

[anonymouscheeses]

I'm gonna be shitting and screaming and starting fights if Sera becomes a villain. I can't take sibling angst, Sera loves Emily I swear guys believe meeee.

[redninjaoutfit]

just started going to this school and this is my new roommate should I be scared?

[carpathiians]

dont think i ever posted this

[garmaballs]

sigh

[zer0-thehero]

Which ship is your favorite? Part two

[selenadem]

After 3 years, I'm still a big fan of the Niðavellir siblings, and I wanted to draw summer alts for them AGAIN.........

The other character is my feh OC (yeah I'm so obsessed I had to make an oc 😔)

[3lsmp]

wawawawa polysho

[mr-cosmic-11]

I'm going to be brutally honest here! I'm very apprehensive about posting this tbh... </3

(Please read everything! It's okay not to agree with me on certain points!)

I love Flatland, both the book and the adaptations, and I don't think people should deprive themselves of seeing/liking one of the adaptations because the creator is extremely problematic.

That is why piracy exists!!!

Just because we like the work doesn't mean we support the creator, but it's still very important to spread to new people in the fandom about the things the person did.

In my case, I downloaded the 2007 adaptation so I wouldn't give any money or views to the creator, and I recommend that everyone do that, or see an older upload.

And yes, I recognize that the 2007 film really fails A LOT to show the social criticism of the book for obvious reasons, but in my opinion it's a good movie, it's just not a good adaptation.

Here's the link: https://archive.org/details/flatland2007

Thanks @walks-the-ages for the link :D

Oh yeah, the film have some flashing lights scenes and spinning cameras so be careful! :3

So yeah, PIRATE THE FLATLAND 2007 FILM AND BLOCK FILMLADD, BUT ALSO SPREAD TO NEW PEOPLE IN THE FANDOM ABOUT THE THINGS HE DID!!!

AND READ THE BOOK TOO!!!

I really don't want to make anyone sad or upset with me here! I really like this fandom even though I just got in at 1 month or 2 and I just wanted to show my opinion. :)