#fulcrum cubed

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Hot fulcrums in YOUR 🫵 area are hiring

[juicyspacesecrets]

Happy Holidays! Please find joy in the world today!

[lost-in-derry]

Second chapter of Woven is posted!

Summary: The Fulcrum Trio have a sleepover.

[mayawakening]

Oooh Preferences for the WIP game? I love me some fulcrum trio crack lmao

I started giggle-snorting the moment this one came into my brain. 🤣🤣

So, Fulcrum Trio are all getting caf in the morning and Cassian is in a silly mood. He starts asking Kallus about his 'caf preferences' and it really quickly turns weird. Gonna pack so much euphemism and innuendo in this.

---"Me," Cassian stated, taking a long sip from his mug, "I prefer sweet, light. You know the type."

"Ah," Kallus laughed, clocking in on Cassian's game, "in that case, i quite prefer bold, exotic. Perhaps with a bit of spice. Full bodied."

Ahsoka snorted from the counter. "Yeah, we're not actually talking about caf, are we."

Cassian turned to her, inquiring, "and what about you, Fulcrum the First? What kind of 'caf' do you prefer?" ---

[mayawakening]

*SNORT* K2, honestly!! It's okay Kal, thats the other two literally admitting that they like you now!!

don't mind him. he is just nervous about going to Lira San.

more rebels nine nine!

[iacon-daily]

Okay you know what, here’s what every major MTMTE character smells like (that I can think of, and not counting villains atm)

Rodimus - Burnt Orange Crush soda

Thunderclash - Think of any cologne. That’s what he smells like.

Drift - Vinegar covered up with so much incense that it gives you a headache

Ultra Magnus - Pear with hints of “”unscented”” lotion chemicals

Megatron - Gunpowder or lemongrass. I can’t decide.

Ravage - That new toy smell and cardboard

Ratchet - Very light juniper, burnt rubber, and WD-40

First Aid - Sour pink lemonade (On the job, just smells like lemon cleaner)

Velocity - Passionfruit with a bit of mango

Ambulon - Root beer or Dr. Pepper

Chromedome - Orange cleaner

Perceptor - The inside of an empty freezer besides ice cubes

Brainstorm - Sour green apple

Nautica - Berries and cream

Riptide - Silicone

Red Alert - Pine Sol

Blaster - Faint tootsie-Roll

Trailcutter - Fireball whisky

Rewind - Copper and maraschino cherries

Pipes - Vintage toy store / comic book store

Skids - Bratwurst with copious toppings

Anode and Lug - Distant smoke and wet rocks

Roller - Fruit punch caprisun

Cyclonus - Mothballs and cyprus

Tailgate - Overly sweet, stale, strawberry marshmallows

Whirl - Gunpowder and margaritas

Swerve - Gasoline

Ten - Alcohol markers being applied to paper

Nightbeat - Black coffee with hints of mocha

Sunstreaker - Boys locker room, AXE smell included

Bob - Basil

Fortress Maximus - Excessively strong catnip and herbs

Rung - Old. Just. Old. Musty.

Misfire - Every Mountain Dew flavor combined

Fulcrum - Bike shop

Krok - You know that smell when you go to a friend’s place? It’s that.

Crankcase - Smoke and rain

Spinister - Artificial lavender

Grimlock - Hot cooking oil

Nickel - Leather

[thecleverqueer]

Random thoughts during The Star Wars Holiday Special:

*Oh shit! They’re interrupting the Incredible Hulk for this!

*What’s immediately lovely about this is the fact that it wasn’t digitally remastered… It’s in the same awful formatting that it was presented in originally in the 1970s…because Lucas tried to bury it and failed. It’s still available on YouTube.

*Chewbacca has a family… a wife (named Malla), a son (named Lumpy) and a father (named Itchy). They have green shag carpet in their tree house on Kashyyyk. They’re not at all as well put together as Chewbacca. The father looks like he was done up on a very tight budget. Though Malla looks like she uses a great Wookiee conditioner. There are no subtitles, so I have no idea WTF is going on.

*There’s a weird dance/ acrobatics/ juggling sequence on a holo-table. It’s got Lumpy all hella excited, but then he whines annoyingly when it’s over… Like, very, VERY annoyingly.

*Luke is wearing those fierce black boots that he wears in The Return of the Jedi. Fierce.

*The Wookiees are placing desperate calls on a machine that is making Galaga noises. Hopefully, they’re not using the fulcrum sub-space frequency?

*There is an imperial officer with a pornstache in this shop run by Art Carney… and he hands him a cube with… beta fish in it? Because Wookiees like them? Also, Carney’s puns… awful… absolutely awful.

*Is this… A drag queen cooking show? Making a bantha roast? In 1978? How many arms does she have? OMG! This is bananas!

*Then, it violently shifts into an epic space battle between the Millennium Falcon and an Imperial convoy…on Life Day. Fascists just don’t break.

*Art Carney just straight up drugs Chewbacca’s dad…. Like he goes on a kaleidoscopic acid trip that kind of turns into wet dream with some ASMR/ musical number with Diahann Carole. This is so WTF? Seriously. I’m not high enough for this.

*Holy shit! Carrie Fisher is drunk AF!! It’s like she read the script and was like “F*^% it”… and just went with it. She’s literally stumbling. On god.

*What in the hell is a Wookiee-ookie?

*The Fascists have come crashing into the Wookiee crib to ruin Christmas.

*Wait, wait, wait…. It’s Jefferson Starship in a box?! And, the fascist officer loves it! I’m not even sure I’ve ever heard this song before. What? Is? This??

*Lemme stop right now and say this is NOT something one should watch sober. Not at all…

*Now there’s a cartoon. Luke is flying around in a Y-wing… which is weird. Chewbacca runs the Millennium Falcon into an ocean of strawberry jam. There’s a Loch Ness monster being ridden by Boba Fett? Why are C-3PO’s eyes blinking?

*Oh! This is the Boba Fett Cartoon.

*Wait, wait… wait, “Star-log update:” WTF!!!? This is STAR WARS, not STAR TREK! I’m so confused.

*Luke and Han Solo are hanging up-side down for some reason. Boba Fett is working with Vader. No surprise. Okay. Turns out, Chewbacca knew… apparently Boba Fett smells bad. “Star-log 3241”… this is Star Wars, right? …um, right!?!

*Back to the fascists destroying the Wookiee house. They tore the head off the bantha plushie. Sorry bastards!

*I’m trying to figure out this Harvey Korman bit. Is he an android? Or… is this supposed to be funny? What am I supposed to be feeling while watching this?

*Ha ha ha!!! They’re shitting on Tatooine! They’re calling it a shit hole where no one wants to live! I told you! I’ve told you all this before!

*They do have some hella jiving Bith Bands on Tatooine though. Say what you will about the thuggery and villainy and downright scumbaggery, but those bands jam, man.

*Bea Arthur is running a cantina on Tatooine. And, apparently, she’s, uh, fallen victim to a simp? He drinks from a volcanic hole on the top of his head. I’m too sober for this.

*Does Bea Arthur have a Pantoran bouncer!?! OMG!

*Oh no. It’s a Bea Arthur musical number. She’s singing. I repeat, she’s singing. She’s giving everyone in the bar a round on the house. Oh. No. And, Holy balls! There’s a giant chinchilla in the corner of this cantina! Jesus Christ!

*Chewy and Han made it home. There’s a weird affectionate sequence. Now they’re getting these clear balls with lights in them. What’s happening?

*Now they’re all in red robes walking across the Galaxy into a Star or some shit… or maybe they’re in a Wookiee church? I genuinely have no clue what’s going on.

*R2 and C-3PO show up out of nowhere… no wait, Luke, Leia and Han are there at the Wookiee church!

*Leia is giving a drunken speech about fighting fascism and darkness this holiday season! Hell yeah! Every holiday season! F*^% fascists! F*^% the Empire!

*Um. Another musical number… I didn’t know Carrie Fisher sang, but here we are. There she is drunkenly hugging Chewbacca.

*Chewy is reliving “A New Hope” in his mind to the music that they play at the ending where they basically screwed him out of his medal.

*Now they’re eating a meal, and saying a Wookiee prayer? Who TF do the Wookiees pray to!? Why must all galaxies be tainted with evangelical religions? How did their tentacles reach so goddamned far!? Dammit, man. This is why no one in the galaxy far, far away can be gay! It’s taboo there too!

*Okay. Holy shit. It’s over. I’ve never watched it all the way through, but it’s bad. Bad, bad, like uncomfortable, watching a slow moving train wreck bad, like a venereal disease on Lucas’s legacy bad because it will never go away.

*But yeah, if you haven’t seen it… go… watch it. You cannot call yourself a true Star Wars fan until you have.

[komorebi-art-blog]

What about next:

Troll

Ep. 1 storyline and script

:3

Congratulations, you've found more original kids! “Troll” is an early sketch with the main character in my story. Not much context around this particular wip, but I've almost finished his reference, so you'll likely see more of this dude soon.

Aaaaaaand Ep. 1 storyline and script is...something. I have some plans for video games in the future, so one day I decided to try to start learning about it, and I realized that visual novels have the lowest threshold for entry into games. And for my first project, I chose our Star Wars au story, which in many ways is already thought out, but still needs a lot of work to become a real story. Mostly I'm just testing the waters and learning how to write plot and characters, plus working with design and drawing. I need to get myself together and start working hard on this, you'll definitely see more content with this.

For now, here's a little spoiler from the current version of the prologue to the story. The format is a bit odd because the text is meant to be a visual novel. And yes, these guys are the main characters!

"A figure appears in the semi-darkness of the kitchen." "White armor with worn green paint peeks out from under a dark brown civilian cloak like snowdrops. Even the shapeless cape does not hide the military bearing." "The clone pours a cup of caf with three sugar cubes. He sits down on the sofa in the lounge area and tries to drink as much as possible, looking at the chronometer. "At one minute to eight, he puts the cup under the table, tries to fix his overgrown curls, straightens the pose." "He tries to steady his breath as he switches on the holoprojector with trembling fingers.A few seconds later, a small hologram of a clone in the first phase white armor appears in front of him." d "Bites. I was wondering if you'd contact me today." b "Sorry, Dovecote, got into trouble last night. What's the news?" d "Nothing much. The Senate is preparing cuts again. The guys on Coruscant stole a bunch of flamethrower armor from the Republic warehouse, it was fun." d "Other than that, we're in a lull right now. Hawk is hanging out with the senators, and Fulcrum is nowhere to be seen. I think the big guys are up to something." b "They're always up to something." "Bites waits, stiff, like a shiny in formation. Kriff, this is embarrassing." d "Fox is up to something, that's for sure. We have discovered alarming statistics in the slave market." d "According to our data, a large number of clone slaves end up in the same hands. A very large number. We're talking battalions. Maybe even regiments." "Good thing he's not drinking caf right now, he'd choke." "No karking way someone is buying hundreds of clones. Thousands even..."

[ajscico]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27929344

Aaaadnnnndd I lost the Corrie guard fic in the 6 pages of stuff saved already 🤦‍♀️ can I present you with a fulcrum cubed fic instead?

I really need to watch these. Maybe I’ll switch to Star Wars when I want to smack D’Artagnan for being stupid (still need to actually watch the rest of that series).

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[ ID:

Image 1 is of two men in hard hats each lifting a cube. The first is labeled "Wrong way to lift" and depicts a man bent over at the waist to reach a box on the ground. The second is labeled "Right way to lift" and depicts a man squatting as he lifts the box.

Image 2 is a reblog by mossunion that reads:

you can tell the average age of this site has been steadily increasing because posts like this wouldn't get this many notes in 2017

Image 3 is tags reading:

#per my physical therapist: this includes relatively light things #you should be squatting to pick up a pencil off the ground #especially if your core muscles aren't very strong #bending over makes your torso a lever and the fulcrum is your lower back #which is supporting all the weight of your torso AND the thing you're lifting #if you absolutely cannot squat to bend over at least stick your leg straight out behind you as a counterbalance

/end ID. ]

you motherfuckers better be lifting with your legs and not your back

[heart-0f-a-rebel16]

For the positive fandom asks, how about 5, 11, and 15? :)

5: something you see a lot in fics and love

when the Spectres each have their own unique cultures!

11: what piece of art/ writing are you proud of making?

easy! I’m very proud of I’ve Come to Make an Announcement: Saw Gerrera’s Lasat Mercenary is a Bitchass Motherfucker (yes that’s an awful name but I could think of anything better) and my fulcrum cubed art!

15: The Character that always makes you smile

Zeb :D

[juicyspacesecrets]

Let’s go Barbie, Let’s go party! Wah wah wah!

[lost-in-derry]

I need someone to make a comic of this TikTok but it’s Kallus joining the Fulcrum Trio

[saltfield]

INflicted

Weird and strange, so deranged.

Like myself but not the same,

Seared a steak and found it's cake,

But which implies it's my mistake?

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Sugared spices speak life advices,

Where follicles branch as homes for the lices,

A shave and a mix bring to bear balding head,

And icing the top with a cherry, bright red.

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Point order raised from powdery wigs,

While kangaroos court their fascists and pigs,

For a sentence, writ well, made of poor grammar

Death is my due, says the gavel I hammer.

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As dice go tumbling round in my mind,

Every stagnant breath is a grind,

For a cube marred in eyes to settle my stomach,

Devour my body, indecision, so beck.

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Obfuscate, the future's abstruse,

Is it new life or a raveling noose?

Wound like a clock for the spring in my heart,

The gorge of the gorgeous, time's sole rampart.

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Short of a map, shorter still, in days.

Conflicted of interests, slave to the ways,

My point of inflection, a fulcrum of knaves,

Yet bitter as anguish in vinegar's taste.

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Am I lost forever not wielding a path?

Is dinner deserting my hunger for wrath?

Inflamed by obstinance, predilection dissolved,

I am not myself, but who in me, resolved?

[xuan0517]

2023.7.14 Dundee V&A show

Today was a visit to the exhibition about the V&A Museum in Dundee, tartan, Scotland, and I saw a projector at the entrance to the exhibition, etc., throwing images onto several cubes, which made the cubes look very vivid.

When I entered the exhibition area, I found that the exhibition was mainly about the texture map of the kilt, its history, development and some derivatives. What interested me most was the video of the text projected on the wall with a projector, maybe I can use the projector in my project.

Of course, you can't come to Dundee and visit just one exhibition. In the afternoon I went to an exhibition at the University's School of Art in Dundee, it was an exhibition on the theme of the ocean bit, there were many installations, photographs of the ocean. But it didn't inspire me much, and as I was about to leave I came across a particular painting hanging at the exit, it was a boat made up of pegs and thread. The pegs were used as fulcrums and the thread was wrapped around them.

This is a very interesting installation design, I think I experiment with different materials for my installation designs, pegs, and thread are good examples.

[sadoeuphemist]

The children had scattered, trails of wet footprints in the sand circling back to watch at a distance, leaving Mildred alone holding the net. The heart pulsed again, thrashing at the utmost extension of her outstretched arms and the net handle, threatening to unbalance her, fulcrum them both back into the water.

The old captain barked out a laugh. "Aye, not pretty, is it?"

Mildred could hear the whispers of the children buried beneath the wind. The heart was beating. Now that the captain had said it, she could see clearly now that that was what it was. An ugly thing, all swim bladder and ventricles, a bulbous polyp of flesh where its face should be. It was pumping seawater, disgorging it from blind gaping mouths, futilely trying to take in fresh seawater through its gills, finding only air.

The captain's chuckle died down, became a sigh. The heart pulsed, and the sea answered, the tides sweeping in and out to match its beat.

My heart wanders, said the tides longingly, lapping around her legs, pulling at her with wistful currents. So very far away now. Washed up upon an airless shore.

Mildred felt a rush of pity clench her throat, and then a fellow longing, for the water around her calves to carry her forward, step by step, until both she and the heart would be submerged completely, with only the sound of the blood echoing in her ears to surround them.

But the voices of the children were starting to come through now, a babble of giggles and shrieks and questions, the captain answering indiscriminately, talking out loud to no one. "Now and then, we'd find one mixed in with the catch. Sometimes, if you were lucky, you could get a mermaid to come barter for her heart back. Trade 'em for a kiss, a lock of hair - well, a few other things besides." His gray eyes flickered over Mildred, and then a hoarseness crept into his voice. "Life at sea. Ah, the things we'd do for them."

Out at the end of the net, the heart had begun to weaken, its pulse deteriorating into dying flutters. Mildred scanned the horizon for a mermaid appearing to claim it, but there was nothing. Just the gray sky and foam-streaked sea.

She looked to the captain. "Sh-should I throw it back?"

But he seemed to have lost interest in both her and the heart, following her gaze out to the ocean. "Do what you like with it," he grunted, and then abruptly turned away and pushed past the children to continue his path down the beach, listing with the uneven gait of his bad leg.

With the captain no longer around to edify them on the nature of mermaids and their hearts, the children had no other resort but to gradually overcome their fear and close in. Mildred eased the net closer, getting a better look at the creature dangling at the end of it. It was such a quivering pathetic thing, looking at her eyelessly. I have swum across miles to reach you, it said, with the soft pulsation of the glistening membrane where a mouth should have been. Left the safety of deep waters. To end up helpless in your hands.

For one wild moment, Mildred considered finding a bucket and filling it with seawater, her companion sloshing in one hand as she took the heart on a tour of the village. Had it ever seen flowers, she wondered, and would it like to see them? Would it like seeing red-painted houses with walls made of wood - good wood, hardy wood, not sunken timbers rotted away by seawater and time. Would it like seeing the shiny uncorroded metal of her kettle? Or paper? Or sugar cubes? Or candleflame?

Suddenly the unremarkable contents of her house seemed a trove of treasures. She even saw, in her mind's eye, as clear as a picture in a storybook - the mermaid's heart bobbing in her bathtub, fascinated by the white ceramic, the smooth curved bottom of it, the precisely-laid tile. And herself, right next to it, chin perched of the lip of the tub with both arms folded beneath her head, looking down at it lovingly. Beholding the heart just as it beheld her, two pearls nestled against each other in an oyster shell, each making the other smooth.

And then one of the children slipped and jostled against her leg, the lot of them crowding around her now, fingers and sticks outstretched to poke at the heart. "You can't keep it," one of them was saying, high and supercilious, "you don't have an aquarium, my parents have an aquarium," to which the apparent recipient of the gibe shot back, sounding on the verge of tears, "I can keep it my bathtub! I'll feed it sardines!" and Mildred shook herself loose of the fantasy, appalled at the utter childishness of her day-dream.

The sheer self-satisfied cruelty of keeping a living thing in the cramped confines of her bathtub, in her dingy little bathroom, parading kettles and scraps of paper in front of it as if they were treasures to behold - she was suddenly sick of herself, at the image of her huge white face looming over the shallows of her tub, magnified and distorted through the water, molded into a moony, mawkish smile.

The heart - the heart as it was, she could see it clearly now - hung deflated, pale and barely pulsing at the end of her net, and in one convulsive motion she flipped the net over and let the heart plop back into the water. The children gasped and shrieked and backed away, splashing out of the water. A few of them cheered. The heart slithered in the shallows, a creature of the depths again, darting and fearful, its boneless mass staring up at her blindly.

"Go home," Mildred said.

The heart caught the current, darted out to sea, and was gone.

There were a few cries of dismay, but for the most part the children did not dare confront her, and instead gradually dispersed. One was inconsolable and had to be led away bawling, great heaving sobs that showed no sign of relent. Mildred stood there, numbness setting into her toes as the water came washing back past her ankles, ebbing away with the tide. She could feel a small tug in her chest, like a filament unfurling, a thin and wavering line pulling her deeper out to sea.

Text: Something strange is caught in our net, a bulbous fluttering fish with no face. “Mermaid hearts live outside their bodies,” says the captain. “Bizarre to catch one this close to shore.”