#fulcrum cubed

[juicyspacesecrets]

Something something the festive cheer something

[lost-in-derry]

WIP Snippet!

Sneak peek at the second chapter of Woven:

Kallus and Cassian eventually convinced the navigation screen to sputter back to life. Cassian’s mouth twisted unhappily at what it showed them.

“You know where we are?” Kallus asked.

“Yes. We’re close to the Dandoran. It has a good number of settlements where we can get repairs and a place to stay.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad.”

“It’s also in Hutt Space.”

“Oh.”

Kallus frowned at the map and weighed the risks. The Empire might not have as strong a presence on Dandoran as they would elsewhere, but the Hutt Cartel was certainly no friend to the Rebellion. The people there would be just as likely to sell them to the nearest Moff as sell them supplies if they were recognized. But perhaps the chances of the Empire’s bounties on them reaching this far into the Outer Rim were low enough…

Kallus sighed. It’s wasn’t as if they really had any other options. “We’ll just have to keep our heads down,” he said. “I’m sure we can manage not to shoot anything for one night.”

“Ahsoka and I can. You’re the one who takes pages out of the Spectre book,” Cassian said.

[may-be-a-plant]

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?" ---

[may-be-a-plant]

*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!

[revelboo]

MY BELOVED SCAVENGERS!!!!!!! RRAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

Best dysfunctional found family

Lifeless Ordinary Pt 18

Scavengers x Reader

• “You know we can’t just hide in here forever, right?” You ask, cheek on an arm as you sprawl on your belly, Spin’s head resting against the small of your back. So far, no one’s been brave enough to come in and check on the two of you again. Though you had heard what sounded like a muffled fight and Fulcrum yelling from the other side of the door not that long ago. Figure it was most likely Misfire and Crankcase trying to throw him into Medbay under the premise of checking on you again.

• Venting against you, he keeps an optic on the closed door. “Can,” he mutters, feeling you laugh, a soft hand reaching back to fumble until you find his cheek. Knows sooner or later he’ll need energon and you’ll need food. But right now? He doesn’t want to share you with the others. Hadn’t he found you? And he’s more relaxed right now than he’s been in, well, longer than he can remember.

• “Cut it out,” Krok says when Crankcase and Misfire try to drag Fulcrum back to Medbay again. It’s not even concern for you anymore so much as hazing the newest Scavenger. And while he’s sure Spinister will listen if you tell him to stop because the big mech does whatever the Pit he wants, but does seem to listen to you at least. “Why don’t you go check on them if you’re concerned?” He growls at Misfire. “Tiny probably needs some water and take some energon, not Engex, to Spinister.”

• “Aw, you do care.” Grinning as Krok frowns at him, Misfire leans his arms on his console, wings flaring. “Bet you’re wishing it was you in there, not Spin.” Knows he is. As much as he loves teasing you, you’ve started playing a starring role in his daydreams. And Spin’s just keeping you to himself when they could share. Maybe his big, buddy just needs a little nudge?

• When Misfire just grins, Krok has the unsettling feeling that he just unleashed a hungry sharkticon on you. Optics narrowing as he watches Misfire fetch you one of those tiny, ridiculously expensive bottles of water and an energon cube for Spinister. Can’t deny a curiosity about you, about that. But if you’d chosen Spinister, he’s not about to cause waves. Not like he doesn’t realize he’s the oldest mech among them, that you likely never would look at him as a desirable mech when there’s younger, eager mechs vying for your attention. “Behave,” he warns Misfire, knowing the Seeker won’t listen.

• Looking up when the door opens again, you’re surprised that it’s Misfire, not Fulcrum. Maybe they’d gotten bored of tormenting the poor mech. Or maybe Misfire just wants to perv on you. And you know it’s the latter when he tips his head to stare at you. Feel Spin’s immediate growl falter some when he sees what’s in Misfire’s hands. Reminding you that they get along pretty well most of the time. Grinning at you as he sets the energon cube down along with the water, the cube so big Spin will need to mass shift back to drink, something you’re sure Misfire is aware of. “There’s nothing prettier than a well fragged human,” he says, tapping a servo on the Medbay table. “Except for maybe the sight of my spike sinking into that human.” Face heating, you frown up at him, because he really just doesn’t care one bit about what anyone else thinks.

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I stumbled on this in my recommendations on Amazon. It’s an August 2025 preorder, but I know the WFC Spinister by himself is over $100 now because he’s sold out, so if anyone was after a Spinister figure…

[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).

[viciousbite]

‘ are you drunk? ’ //Fulcrum to main Darkfang!

Questions Meme // @dragvnsovl

Drunk? Him? No way. Thought the liar, swaying on his clawed pedes. One who'd gotten out the bar, wandering the streets like he didn't know the direction to his ship. He paused on his steps, staring at the Mech. Long silence, tail flicking side to side, frame swaying back with a thoughtful hum passing out of his voice box.

"No, No, not at all. Completely sober. Never touched an engex cube in my life." Liar, spreading a grin to his lips. Frame swayed forward, towards the mech, with a grin placed upon his derma. "And what would it matter to you? Afraid I will, uhh, do something stupid? I mean more than wanting to tickle you?" He chuckled, golden optics staring at the Mech, while his clawed digits wiggled, wanting to touch.

[juicyspacesecrets]

Happy Holidays! Please find joy in the world today!

[imagedescribed]

[ 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

[lost-in-derry]

Second chapter of Woven is posted!

Summary: The Fulcrum Trio have a sleepover.

[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?

-

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.

-

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.

.

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.

-

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.

.

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.

[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.

[techtainia-makes-things]

Spinster had officially been banned from any and all supply runs. They really didn’t need another planetary government after them.

“Just don’t blow up the ship.” Crankcase dangled the transmission key from one of his digits, his perpetual frown matching his tone perfectly.

He sputtered when Krok took the keys and tossed them to Spinister…who aimed his blaster, realized what just happened, and scrambled to catch the keys, shaking the ship’s floor. “We’ll be back in about a cycle.”

“See ya!” Misfire shot him some lopsided finger guns. He dragged Fulcrum around by their linked arms, sending yet another Scavenger stumbling. Eh, it’s not like it’s the record or anything.

In a cacophony of sound, part Misfire and part Fulcrum’s complaints, the other Scavengers left the ship. Crankcase shot Spinister one final scathing look, pointing at his eyes with two fingers, and flipping them to point at Spinister; something he must have learned from CONS4EVA.

And that left Spinister alone in the dim lights of the Weak Athropromorthic Principle. Absolutely nothing could go wrong: the most typical famous last words.

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Spinister had situated himself on the couch after kicking over a few empty cans of that energon energy drink that Misfire liked so much. He was about as relaxed as he could get, which is to say that his shoulders were stiff, and he held his blaster cradled to his chest. His spark was at unrest, painfully so, but he was used to it, so it was fine.

His spark all but jumped to his neck cabling at a series of little clicking noises, not much different from when Krok clicked the finger, and the familiar creek of the bay door.

Pedesteps. Just one set.

Spinster jumped up when something clattered to the ground across the ship. With his blaster ready, he started across the ship. Whatever he needed to calm his perpetually quivering spark.

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“Can’t believe how trashed that lock was.” A mech commented to no one as he rummaged through the ship’s energon supply, the pink light highlighting the edges of his face. He shoved a few cubes into his subspace.

He turned around to find a sharp piece of shrapnel right in front of his face. He jumped back and glanced up. The scrap was suspended by a bit of bent pipe that was hinged to the ceiling. With a shrug, the mech sidestepped past it.

He remarked on the cybertronian shaped dents, and the foam darts in the corridor halls. Must have been one messy mistake of a crew, he chuckled to himself.

The footsteps were louder than they should have been for such a light bot. He thought nothing of it, only that the job had to get done quick. Nothing out of the usual.

At the end of a dark hall, a door with a lopsided sign bolted onto it caught his attention: the engines. Also known as a thief's fuel mine. He pulled out his lockpicking tools, spinning them between his fingers with the grace of an expert. Humming a tune to himself, he got to work.

Not long before a blunt object knocked against the back of his helm. Thinking nothing of it, he rolled his optics and shot a look behind him.

“Primus!” He yelled as he pressed his back against the door, his servos trembling.

The blunt object was a blaster. His optics trailed the blaster, up the arm. His spark flickered.

In the darkness, wide red optics shined down upon him like spotlights of judgment. A large decepticon badge glinted in the lowlight.

Scrap.

The mech chuckled nervously, holding his servos up. “Oh, hey there.”

The blaster didn’t move a millimeter.

He ran his fingers against the seam of the door. “You see, your crew sent me to grab a few things. I’m a friend of theirs.”  

The Decepticon towering above him shoved the blaster to the mech’s chest, his spark. “My crew doesn’t make friends!” His fingers pressed down on the trigger.

The door popped open, giving the mech a moment to pop up, and stab his awl into the side of the blaster’s barrel.

His face slammed into Spinister’s arm before he could manage to slip past. He eyed the scorch mark on the ground, still smoking from the blast as he ducked under and made a run for it.

Heavy pedsteps and blaster fire followed after him, each shot hitting the wall on the other side of the main room with a bang and a cloud of smoke. He risked a glance behind him, and ran faster, the red optics glaring through the smoke billowing from the blaster’s barrel proving to be too much for him.

He sprinted as fast as his legs could carry him out the bay door and as far from the ship as possible, his spark flickering so much that he feared it might go out by his fear alone.

Spinster loomed in the doorway, taking a few shots at the running mech for good measure. With heavy invents, his spark calmed. Where it had once flared, it now hummed, smooth as his movements when he performed surgery. He allowed his arms to relax, his blaster being passively held at his side.

His optics smiled where his faceplate couldn’t as he returned to the couch.

Crankcase gave him an audital full when he and the other Scavengers had returned. Krok patted his shoulder with the proud firmness of a good dad.

Made-up fic title:

Never Steal From A Scavenger

While the other Scavengers are off doing what they need on a planet, Spinister is left all alone, and some other Cybertronian decides to try and steal some stuff from the WAP...

...But they just aren’t prepared for Spinister.

[juicyspacesecrets]

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