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blaiddraws · 1 year
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fulcrum au stuff! once ingo gets back from hisui.
dad drayden because he's, the dragon guy. you know.
also;
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electric-blue24 · 2 years
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wanted to draw some stuff for @blaiddraws fulcrum au because those are some very cryptid adjacent guys
love turning the blorbos into creatures
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cardinal-crossing · 9 months
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My drawings from the Aggie tonight! My hand started hurting, so I had to hop off, but I had a lot of fun! I drew @blaiddraws' Worm! Ingo and Reshiremmet I also drew the Subway Rats Au from @evtraininguniversity The Selkie Au, by @acatpiestuff and finally I drew @raisans-art Aggie!
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chownkiies · 6 months
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Sillifies your scavengers
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drawingwithdonnie · 9 months
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Artfight attack I did against @blaiddraws featuring the loveliest of worm guys :] they are playing tag and wormmet is LOSING /lh
The ghost worm au is BY FAR my favorite submas au ever so to say I was ecstatic to draw this is an understatement,, wormmet and wormgo my beloveds <3
(also if it's unclear, the "ksh-sh-sh" is laughter)
OH AND MY ARTFIGHT IS ZELDONYX!! FEEL FREE TO ATTACK ME BC I WILL ALWAYS DO REVENGE !!!!!!
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xxlittle0birdxx · 5 months
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WIP: Turning Point
‘You can’t use your own data cylinders,’ Kanan said.
‘I know.’ Alexsandr dialed back his irritation, and just managed to refrain from rolling his eyes. He hadn’t risen to his current rank in the ISB because he was an idiot. In order to succeed as a double agent, he had remain above suspicion or reproach.
‘How are your hands?’ Kanan lifted both of his and wiggled his fingers. ‘Ever had to pick pockets? You could use someone else’s to throw suspicion on them.’
‘I can teach you a few moves,’ Ezra offered. He buffed his nails on the front of his jacket. ‘I’ve got a few skills, if I say so myself.’ He gave Alexsandr a smug grin, pointing at him with finger guns. ‘And I do say so.’
Alexsandr grunted noncommittally, then brushed past Ezra to toss his empty bottle into the reclamator. He lingered over filling a cup with caf, then turned and propped a hip against the counter, studying Ezra over the rim of his cup. ‘You seem to be missing something,’ he remarked, nearly yawning with apparent boredom.
‘Missing what?’ Ezra’s brows knit as he began to pat his torso. Blaster, holster, utility belt. All where they were supposed to be. His hand closed over the empty air at his right hip.
‘I believe this belongs to you.’ Alexsandr held out a hand. Balanced across his palm was the boy’s lightsaber. Kanan snorted with aborted laughter, and quickly turned it into a spate of coughing.
‘What?’ Ezra spluttered. ‘How…?’
Alexsandr allowed one side of his mouth to curl up. ‘You aren’t the only street rat onboard.’ He picked up Ezra’s lax hand and slapped the lightsaber into it. ‘Coruscant Sector 42SE, Level Two, at your service.’ He fired off a sardonic two-fingered salute.
Zeb snickered and slapped Ezra on the back. ‘Well? Any pointers, oh master of pickpockets?’
Ezra, red-faced, clipped his lightsaber back onto his belt with a little more force than necessary. ‘You should practice on someone wearing an Imperial uniform,’ he muttered.
‘That’s a really good idea. I think there’s one in the storage cupboard that ought to fit you,’ Sabine mused.
‘Wait, why do I have to —?’
‘Because you won’t take it easy on him. And you know all the tricks of the trade, so he’ll have to work harder and smarter to get by you,’ Kanan explained, mustering much more patience than Alexsandr would have.
‘I will, of course, appreciate your expertise.’ Knowledge was knowledge, as far as Alexsandr was concerned. He never dismissed an information source out of hand, simply because it happened to come from a fifteen year old.
Ezra just managed to not scoff with an expletive under his breath. A sudden gleam came into them when a sly grin crossed his face and he gestured at Kanan and Rex. ‘Fine. But you have to practice with them.’
Kanan’s elbow slipped off the edge of the table. ‘Wait, what?’
Ezra deliberately stood next to Alexsandr. ‘C’mon, Kanan. When have you ever seen an Imp as scrawny as me?’
Zeb wheezed with muffled laughter, face buried in his arms.
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autumnillustration · 1 year
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I was wondering if you'd ever be willing to draw 20s Ashoka again? You always make her look so lovely 😍
That I can do ☺️
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jewishcissiekj · 3 months
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Imperial era AU with reluctant Rebel Asajj having an anonymous Fulcrum in her ear as her sort of Oracle (DC ver, not the mythical thing) and just. Asajj and Ahsoka having a co-worker dynamic while Asajj doesn't know it's Ahsoka. Do you understand
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zombiejaws · 3 months
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Recently doodly stuff :))) (more under the cut)
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blaiddraws · 11 months
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some doodles from aggie yesterday. normal guys up to no good. and then some Creatures
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carrinth · 1 year
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BOOM! Force Powers may have been slightly exaggerated for Dramatic Effect~! Caleb flashbacks to his old squad! And Gregor calls it like it is >:3
Hello guys! We begin 2023 with the long awaited continuation of Finding Fulcrum AU! As a special bonus to celebrate, ye shall receive THREE new pages at once. WOO! Thank you all for continuing to follow this crazy, meandering story! ( •̀ ω •́ )✧ 💖
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antianakin · 1 year
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It has been decided that in the Darksider Ahsoka AU, to balance out and foil our newly Dark Ahsoka, there's also going to be Fulcrum Barriss.
Fulcrum Barriss who was THERE to make sure her Master survived Order 66, who refused to run even when Luminara told her to and got them both out alive until they end up bumping into Rex and his little gang of rebels and Rex could probably help lead them to Bail Organa, as well.
Fulcrum Barriss who wants to help rescue as many Jedi as she can and has maybe heard rumors of a place in the Mustafar system where Jedi have been getting taken to die and decides to run a rescue mission there. Fulcrum Barriss who manages to come out of Nur with Trilla and Reva in tow.
Fulcrum Barriss who takes on continuing Reva's training (Luminara's helping with Trilla) because there's just... no one left and Reva wasn't even a PADAWAN yet, she still needs more basic training anyway, something Barriss is qualified to handle. But once Luminara Knights her, Barriss happily takes on Reva as her first Padawan.
Fulcrum Barriss who connects with the Ghost Crew and provides support for Kanan and Ezra, who has them meet Luminara because Kanan deserves to have the support of a Master, too, even if he's committed to teaching Ezra himself.
Fulcrum Barriss who wasn't involved in the bombing of the Temple, but who HAD cared about Ahsoka and considered her a friend and was hurt by her betrayal, but still believes Ahsoka could be better and wants so badly to help her.
Fulcrum Barriss who treats Ahsoka kindly and with patience when Ahsoka makes her way to Echo Base after Malachor and starts working on making better choices, on clawing her way back from the Dark. Fulcrum Barriss who can't help but remember the crush she'd had on Ahsoka all those years ago, the feisty brave impulsive creative young Padawan who'd saved them on Geonosis.
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swordbladeknight7 · 6 months
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Fulcrum 4: A Pikmin/Star Wars AU
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hehe Andori
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transingthoseformers · 5 months
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Froid: hey Sunder where did the body go
Sunder: idk maybe it got up and walked away /jk
Froid: Sunder what did you do with the dead body
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xxlittle0birdxx · 2 days
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‘Why did you join the Empire? You aren’t so young that you don’t remember the Republic.’
Alexsandr snorted and folded his arms over his chest. He suppressed a shiver as the images of his childhood flickered through his mind. Every memory he had was colored with hunger and the fetid chill of Coruscant’s lower levels. ‘The only thing the Republic ever gave me was the backhanded slap of its charity,’ he muttered. The meagre supplemental provisions doled out to the Republic’s indigent barely rounded out their sparse meals before the cursed Clone Wars began. And once the machinery of war creaked to life, those impossibly tiny crumbs became even smaller as the Repiublic’s energies turned toward war.
Rex’s chin dipped in acknowledgement. Crosshair and Gregor had mentioned a few times that Stormtroopers often joined out of a sense of desperation rather than true belief.
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jessicas-pi · 11 months
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So This Was A Little More Angsty Than I Recalled...
We’re probably both going to be bruised black and blue by the time this is over, Ezra thinks, blocking a hard swing and throwing it right back. The sun was setting when they started, and it’s nearly dark now.
Sabine’s eyes glow too gold for comfort in the dusky night. Just like he has every day for the last month, he bites his tongue and holds back his questions.
Hera and Zeb won’t tell him about whatever happened to Sabine on Malachor, Kanan and Okadiah are as lost as Ezra is, and if Ahsoka knows anything, she’s not telling. When Ezra brought it up to Mom and Dad, they just told him to be there for Sabine.
He’s been trying.
Sabine has not been cooperating.
So after a month of being there with no success, Ezra gave up and decided that it was time for some non-optional friendship bonding time, but even his best efforts at finding a so-bad-it’s-good holofilm like they used to watch together, even after making some really good movie snacks, all for her, she sulked and complained the whole time, being so—so—infuriating that before he knew it, they were yelling in each others’ faces about tropes.
Ezra stopped yelling, stopped the film, took her by the arm, dragged her outside into the Atollon landscape, and said that they were going to beat the crap out of each other.
(For Mandalorians, sparring is training, recreation, and even courtship. He figured… maybe it would work as therapy, too?)
He doesn’t feel bad about throwing the first punch, because she hit back twice as hard. Ezra thinks his lip is split from a hard hit to the front of his helmet, and Sabine’s knuckles are scraped raw and bloody. They circle each other, slower now than when they started. Her hair has blown out of her braid and sticks to her face in the heat.
It’s a little bit pretty, but now definitely isn’t the right time to think about that.
Sabine rolls one shoulder—he thinks it’s where he landed a decent punch.
“Had enough, tin can?” she demands, but the tension has started to drain from her body and she sounds a little closer to playful than he thought she could ever be again.
“Not if you’ve still got that attitude, wizard girl.”
“You’re gonna regret that,” Sabine warns. She settles into a stance, rocking a little, coiled like a spring.
“Probably,” Ezra agrees.
She draws a breath, and Ezra must have blinked or something, because in the space of an instant, she’s flown at him. He can barely see her in the dark and even the night vision in his helmet doesn’t help.
But he has a split second of advantage. In pure chance, she overextends, and he slams into her, sending them both tumbling through the Atollon dust.
She’s up on her feet again right away—or at least she would be, but Ezra snags her wrist, and drags her back down, flipping over so she’s neatly pinned beneath him.
All he needs is a knife to hold to her throat and it would be a near-perfect replica of the scene in the holofilm that started their stupid fight in the first place.
Sabine doesn’t say anything. She just lies on her back in the dust, looking up at him with the eyes that always seemed to see through his mask, but now they don’t look like they’re seeing anything. He hopes she’s processing her emotions and not disassociating.
Ezra is about to move off of her when something catches his eye, and he brushes some of her hair away from her face. It clings—not with sweat, but with blood. There’s a cut on her cheek.
“Did I hurt you?” he breathes, not sure what he’s even saying, and he draws away.
Flying up, her hand seizes his wrist, gripping painfully tight, even as her sharpening gaze fixes right where his eyes would be.
Ezra swallows dryly. The look she gives him is making him feel a thousand things that he doesn’t really want to sort out, now or ever.
“Sabine?” he asks. “What…”
He trails off. Her thumb slides to the little space between his glove and his sleeve, pulling the cloth back. Never looking away from his face, she pulls his arm up and softly kisses the pulse of his wrist.
“You’re dangerous, Ezra,” she smiles, breath on his skin.
Then, like the Spectre she is, Sabine is gone.
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