#camp Mithril lake

[cleverthylacine]

Happy Birthday, @camp-mithril-lake!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, The Transformers (IDW Generation One), Transformers: Victory Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ravage & Esmeral (Transformers) Characters: Ravage (Transformers), Esmeral (Transformers), Miko Nakadai, Megaempress (Transformers) Additional Tags: Decepticon Culture (Transformers), Decepticon Politics, Female Friendship, Revolutionaries After The Revolution, Megaempress is a Title, Primax 1020.27 Iota, Absolutely Crushing The Bechdel Test Series: Part 13 of All Hail Ravage Summary:  Ravage and Esmeral have been friends online for vorns. They didn't expect their first meetings in person to be so awkward. But Megatron's rule casts a shadow over Ravage's assumption of the title Vox Destron, and Esmeral doesn't want to be exacly the same Megaempress her mother was.

[transingthoseformers]

Bsen thinking more about Camp Mithril Lake Damus and him being a menace

Like

"is that kid starting a cult?"

"probably not."

"... You sure?"

Someone will get glitter in their berth and it will take forever to get off

[mychlapci]

i just think Drift will hiccup when he got high

like, Rodimus is driving him like a champ, pounding and stuffing in that Driftussy when Drift finally hit his overload and got hiccup out of sudden because he was feeling satisfied. Then Drift is an embarrassed mess and Rodimus just laugh because he think Drift hiccuping is cute af

mhmmm that’s interesting. Drift clenching down hard around Rodimus’ spike in his overload, his moan breaking off into a little satisfied hiccup <3 After that, he can’t stop, and Rodimus keeps grinding into him, feeling Drift’s body tense up with each hiccup, pussy twitching around his quickly pressurizing spike.

Drift tries to cover his mouth and stop the hiccups, but they keep coming, even while Rodimus is giggling, telling him how cute he is like that <3 Any death glare that Drift tries to throw at him is undermined by yet another high-pitched hiccup. If Rodimus thrusts in, the satisfied hiccups just get louder.

[noritaro]

I had to listen to compare and saw this 😂

LMAO WHAT!!! I was just being a pissy bitch over something I saw on Pinterest 💀 this person has taste thooo

[sinspark4]

Finally finished my gift for @camp-mithril-lake. Rodimus Prime in pink 👏

[valve3nthusiast]

(Answering @camp-mithril-lake , my asks are biffed atm)

Roddy absolutely got that pregnancy glow, highkey one of my favorite things to think about with this au is how happy he is. Happy people are very attractive, and after it's gotten out to the crew and everyone actually believes that Rodimus is going to somehow make a newbuild...

Well. after a ridiculously long and population-devastating war, it's going to make a lot of mechs Feel A Certain Way

Extremely funny part of vector au that I haven't mentioned yet: At some point, probably around the third or fourth time Roddy starts fabricating another sparkchamber, Ratchet someone's got to ask, "So... when are you going to stop getting pregnant?"

And Roddy, rubbing his new baby bump with a goofy little smile, is gonna go, "Oh! When my protocols think there's enough newbuilds around. No clue what that will happen. It might take a while"

And Ratchet the person who asked is going to look at the newbuilds, currently running wild in Swerve's (he made a "newbuild's night"). One of them is on top of Whirl's shoulders, screaming excited nonsense as he shoots things. One of them is making a """baking soda volcano""" with Brainstorm. One of them is going back and forth between Drift and Cyclonus, begging them to teach him sword fighting

That bot's gonna give the most defeated groan you can imagine, before throwing back the engex he's definitely not supposed to have at kids night. Being Ratchet is suffering

(I think I remember the art you're talking about, lmao. Multishipper that I am, I sometimes headcanon the Lost Light as an extremely expansive, extended polycule. Loveboat ftw)

[firebunartblog]

Commission done for @camp-mithril-lake featuring Damus!

[splendidbadger]

Ok ok hi its me

Havin some cast for radiant hope continuity

Autobots

Hot Rod

Ultra Magnus

Jetfire

Blurr

Perceptor (shout outs to @camp-mithril-lake for getting me obsessed with this guy)

Decepticons

Starscream

Tarantulas based off his earthspark self

Breakdown

Knockout

-i need a 5th guy-

Neutrals

Tailgate (was literally just a janitor)

Considering Neutral Aligned Getaway if only for a single moment of angst fuel for a really mean chaptrt

-i need like three more people-

[cleverthylacine]

Reblog* game

but I'm making a fresh post because this'll get nuts.

I was tagged by @heliopauseentertainments :)

Put your music library on shuffle, then list the first five songs that come up in a poll to let people vote for which one they like the most! Then tag Tumblr friends to keep the game going!

tagging: @bitegore, @jariktig, @camp-mithril-lake, @miner16, @siadea

(if you want) And anyone else who wants to do it can say I tagged them too. I do not know how I managed to get no Dispatch, no Waxahatchee, or no Thea Gilmore songs on here.

[transingthoseformers]

Thinking about Camp Mithril Lake Damus being a menace at all the activities and everyone's debating whether it's enough to call his parents about or not

[mychlapci]

RANDOM ANON I LIVE AND DIE FOR TFP DRATCHET YOU MAJE ME WABT TO WRITE THE SINGLE MOM DRATCHET FIC I'VE GOT ON BACK BURNER I NEED YOU FIC LIKE AIR

Hey Milan. Hope you're having a good morning!

YEAH. yell at the anon. we need so much more tfp dratchet in our lives, it's not even FUNNY

[noritaro]

☕️ cats

I forgot I was doing these- I fucking LOOOOVE cats, definitely more cat person than dog person

[apocalypticavolition]

Let's Finish (re)Reading the Hobbit!

Well, here we are folks. It's been fun rereading this book; last time I read it was before the Dark Times. I think it's pretty goofy, but most of Bilbo's adventures are pretty fun! Let's wrap this up, shall we?

Next day the trumpets rang early in the camp. Soon a single runner was seen hurrying along the narrow path.

No word as to how heavily armored he was to dodge Thorin's temper.

“I gave it to them!” squeaked Bilbo, who was peering over the wall, by now in a dreadful fright.

Bilbo, what on Arda are you doing with this confession?

“Never again will I have dealings with any wizard or his friends. What have you to say, you descendant of rats?”

Well Thorin, you're not wrong. Unfortunately, you've learned an incredibly valuable lesson too late and will soon die for having dealt with them.

“Get down now to your friends!” he said to Bilbo, “or I will throw you down.” “What about the gold and silver?” asked Bilbo.

Seriously it's hilarious that they're all standing in the presence of the ultimate corrupter of free people and all they can do is squabble over a bunch of shiny rocks. It's also hilarious that Bilbo's gotten to the point where he can answer death threats with demands for payment.

“Be off!” called Thorin. “You have mail upon you, which was made by my folk, and is too good for you. It cannot be pierced by arrows; but if you do not hasten, I will sting your miserable feet. So be swift!”

Every messenger in Laketown hastened off on a quest to find mithril armor to avoid dealing with Thorin's lethal temper.

The dwarves are exceedingly strong for their height, but most of these were strong even for dwarves.

Well they'd have to be, sneaking around all through the night in steel mail.

These were, in fact, precisely their plans (for the raven-messengers had been busy between Thorin and Dain); but for the moment the way was barred, so after angry words the dwarf-messengers retired muttering in their beards.

Bard gets points for not shooting any messengers. Seriously Thorin, wtf? Why is this your only move?

But he reckoned without the dwarves.

Thranduil: thwarting literally everyone within a mile's radius whether he means to or not.

Alas! it has come more swiftly than I guessed.

"I didn't think that the goblins would get here for another half hour! I was gonna do some fireworks and seem really awesome!"

Then they learned of the death of Smaug, and joy was in their hearts

Good job, Gandalf. You were all, "I'm worried that the Necromancer is gathering power and making a serious move. Smaug is a potential ally and too dangerous to be left alone, so I'll take him out. Absolutely nothing bad will happen, or my name isn't Gandalf" and you forgot that just because that's what hobbits call you doesn't mean it's actually your name.

“To the Mountain!” called Bard. “To the Mountain! Let us take our places while there is yet time!”

And then Thorin shot them all and the goblins took the mountain. The end.

A magic ring of that sort is not a complete protection in a goblin charge, nor does it stop flying arrows and wild spears; but it does help in getting out of the way, and it prevents your head from being specially chosen for a sweeping stroke by a goblin swordsman.

Silly Tolkien, I'm pretty sure he spent two or three hours being super cinematic while Legolas sniped fifty thousand gobbos while wearing hover boots!

Already many of the goblins were flying back down the river to escape from the trap; and many of their own wolves were turning upon them and rending the dead and the wounded.

Ah yes, the old expression, lie down with wolves, don't wake up at all because you're in their stomach. This battle is where it came from!

They had forgotten Thorin!

It says a good deal about the battle strategy of everyone involved in this battle that thirteen extra combatants turned the tide of war.

Down, heedless of order, rushed all the dwarves of Dain to his help. Down too came many of the Lake-men, for Bard could not restrain them; and out upon the other side came many of the spearmen of the elves.

Isn't this the sort of thing that loses battles? Not an expert so I'm genuinely asking.

...and poor old Bombur, and Balin and Fili and Kili and all the rest come to a bad end...

At this point I'm trying to remember the last time the Professor or Mary-Ann were mentioned by name. I want to say it must have been several chapters ago.

Gandalf, too, I may say, was there, sitting on the ground as if in deep thought, preparing, I suppose, some last blast of magic before the end.

Probably hurriedly revising his latest draft of Hobbit Facts in the hopes that the ravens would ensure its survival.

“The Eagles!” cried Bilbo once more, but at that moment a stone hurtling from above smote heavily on his helm, and he fell with a crash and knew no more.

Guess Tolkien was more of a Rolling Stones fan.

There was no call and no echo of a song. Sorrow seemed to be in the air.

We've gotten too serious for song now that we're past the battle.

You would have been numbered among the dead, who are many, if Gandalf the wizard had not said that your voice was last heard in this place.

"They aren't dead if you can still hear their voices, that's a Hobbit Fact!"

"That's an everyone fact."

- an unseen exchange between Gandalf and Balin.

Since I leave now all gold and silver, and go where it is of little worth, I wish to part in friendship from you, and I would take back my words and deeds at the Gate.

I'm gonna be honest, this is such an abrupt turn over such a dangerous artifact that I don't even buy it as a deathbed revelation. Gandalf gave him the Wormtongue treatment while Bilbo was out.

So they too had gathered in great numbers, under the great Eagle of the Misty Mountains; and at length smelling battle from afar they had come speeding down the gale in the nick of time.

Note that the Eagles only get particularly involved in this brouhaha because it starts on their home turf. This is one of the many parts of the answer to that all important, "WhY dIdN't ThEy JuSt FlY tHe EaGlEs To MoRdOr?" question.

In that last hour Beorn himself had appeared—no one knew how or from where.

"Yeah this situation required multiple deus ex machinas to resolve so I'm not even gonna TRY to explain all of them, y'know?"

“I am sorry. I mean, I should have liked to see them again,” said Bilbo sleepily; “perhaps I shall see them on the way home. I suppose I shall be going home soon?”

Yeah bro, the book's almost over. If you don't get home soon, you don't get home at all!

“May it bring good fortune to all his folk that dwell here after!”

Wish granted. Unfortunately, anyone who leaves is cursed, just ask the Moria expedition.

In the end he would only take two small chests, one filled with silver, and the other with gold, such as one strong pony could carry.

It'll be a miracle if that pony survives the week judging by everything thus far.

“If ever you are passing my way,” said Bilbo, “don’t wait to knock! Tea is at four; but any of you are welcome at any time!”

And the neighbors would be very uncomfortable about it, the racists.

“May you ever appear where you are most needed and least expected! The oftener you appear in my halls the better shall I be pleased!”

AKA, "I don't ever expect to see you again."

Beorn indeed became a great chief afterwards in those regions and ruled a wide land between the mountains and the wood

I gotta say that Tolkien seems way more into Beorn than his story exactly has room for. Dude ends up being a king despite having a very minor role and no real justification for being in the ending at all.

The Tookish part was getting very tired, and the Baggins was daily getting stronger.

There's really only so much adrenaline that you can burn through before you're ready for a nap.

It was on May the First that the two came back at last to the brink of the valley of Rivendell, where stood the Last (or the First) Homely House.

Rivendell is apparently a metaphor for communism, which is quite odd considering all the feudalism we just spent the last chapter celebrating!

The stars are far brighter Than gems without measure, The moon is far whiter Than silver in treasure; The fire is more shining On hearth in the gloaming Than gold won by mining

Again we're just outright stating our themes here, though I suppose Elrond not actively sitting Bilbo down and explaining the moral of the story to him means this is subtle for a kids' book.

It appeared that Gandalf had been to a great council of the white wizards, masters of lore and good magic; and that they had at last driven the Necromancer from his dark hold in the south of Mirkwood.

Even ignoring the color confusion, there's not really a council of white wizards at this point. Gandalf and Saruman are still for the cause at least nominally but Radagast has fucked off with his rabbits or what have you and the blues have been stuck in a plot hole for the last few hundred years. Galadriel and Elrond aren't really wizards, but of the many things you can fault the films for, their being the rest of the council isn't one of them because there's literally no one else.

“It would be well indeed,” said Elrond; “but I fear that will not come about in this age of the world, or for many after.”

Dramatic irony! On an elvish timescale, this is rather like saying, "This border gate between Austria and Hungary won't make much difference. The Iron Curtain will divide Europe for centuries to come," and then watching the Berlin Wall fall three months later.

“Well, Merry People!” said Bilbo looking out. “What time by the moon is this? Your lullaby would waken a drunken goblin! Yet I thank you.”

Two songs in one chapter! Tolkien is really making up for lost time here, and for all the serious chapters. It really is a shame he died before the rap battle, or he could have had his cake and eaten it too.

After a week, therefore, he said farewell to Elrond, and giving him such small gifts as he would accept, he rode away with Gandalf.

"Thanks, but I already have a ring."

So they put the gold in bags and slung them on the ponies, who were not at all pleased about it.

At first I was surprised they made it this far, but then I thought about it and I've decided that clearly the original return ponies died on the way and they had to borrow some from Beorn and then those died right outside Rivendell so they had to get more, because seriously the survival rate of ponies in this book is the worst.

Coming to a rise he could see his own Hill in the distance, and he stopped suddenly and said:

Tolkien really likes songs about roads. Song number three!

There was a large notice in black and red hung on the gate, stating that on June the Twenty-second Messrs Grubb, Grubb, and Burrowes would sell by auction the effects of the late Bilbo Baggins Esquire, of Bag-End, Underhill, Hobbiton.

Thanks for leaving a note for him, Gandalf.

The people who had got specially good bargains at the Sale took a deal of convincing; and in the end to save time Bilbo had to buy back quite a lot of his own furniture.

And since Gandalf pointed out he'd need the gold two pages ago, fucker knew this would happen. He just wanted to waste money for fun.

His coat of mail was arranged on a stand in the hall (until he lent it to a Museum).

It was actually stolen and he never could get it back, even with the ring and six of the dwarves and some poor sap that Gandalf lent them, because Museums in this part of the worldl give up absolutely nothing.

If Balin noticed that Mr. Baggins�� waistcoat was more extensive (and had real gold buttons), Bilbo also noticed that Balin’s beard was several inches longer, and his jewelled belt was of great magnificence.

Best dwarf for being the only one to show up this late in the story I guess. Goodbye Balin, I'll miss you most of all!

And so ends The Hobbit, with Bilbo deciding to write a book like all good literary characters, most of the distinct dwarves dead, Balin still being awesome, Bombur presumably having gotten stuck in an archway because haha fat jokes, and Gandalf moving onto Bree to torment the innkeeper or maybe Dol Amroth to help Adrahil II get laid or whatever else he did to prep for the sequel.

It's a good story, but man is the pacing weird. I also get the impression Tolkien hadn't quite figured out battle scenes yet, or wasn't quite comfortable relating them to kids (either out of generally wanting to preserve innocence or just bad memories), since we're specifically removed from the climactic fights first by distance (Smaug) and then time (the Battle of Five Armies). The Lord of the Rings is one of the great novels of our time (ignore how publishers made it 3), but its prequel is nowhere near its level. Disappointing, but unsurprising.

I'll be taking a little hiatus as my life collapses, but after that I'll start up either rereading Lord of the Rings or perhaps reading (minus the first book, which will be a reread) some Robin Hobb. We'll see what happens!

[cleverthylacine]

I do this all the time

@bitegore @jariktig @siadea @miner16 @chaoswolf12 @guesso13 @jamoche @camp-mithril-lake @autobot-scout-riella @mx-plugs

and if your name's not here it's because I don't have it properly matched with your AO3 username...

I love all of you and when I don't hear from you sometimes I actually get worried... <3

AO3 Comments are SO SO SOOOOOOO important because you can only leave Kudos ONCE. You add to the hit count ONCE (every 24 hours).

So whenever someone updates their fic, the ONLY way an author knows who their regular readers are is if they comment on each chapter. And we WANT to know who's still reading.

Believe it or not, some of us think about the name that pops up constantly in the comments and go "omg I can't wait to see what they think of THIS SPECIFIC SCENE cuz I KNOW they'll say something about it!!!"

[transingthoseformers]

Thoughts for feral sparkling Orion in the Divorce AU being raised by Alpha Trion. He's like "ah my brother" and expects to treat him as he did before just smaller since he wasn't around Sparklings much and then his life becomes pure chaos.

Orion bites hands that move too fast near him because in the Acid Wastes where he bubbled into life alone that meant a predator and he had to react agressively to deter them. Alpha Trion constantly going to Remedy, Head Doctor in Iacon, to get repairs and saying he has everything under control. Ratchet the mentee of said doctor Doubts.

Orion climbs on top of the highest bookshelves and leaps down at unexpecting "prey" cue his future co-workers learning quickly how to avoid being attacked and "always look up". Ironhide meeting his Prime when he's sent to pick up a book and flying toddler descends for his face only to be beaten back by an archivist who leaps forward and grabs him midair by the scruff bar giving him a little shake and bearing her own teeth until he backs down enough to be sat down. And Ironhide stunned watches the Sparkling scuttle away and this is how he meets Chromia, who is the best at handling Orion because she wrestles back.

Ratchet, young innocent, first form Ratchet who is a very obedient studious preteen watching horrified as they attempt to give Orion his shoots.

Everyone who knew him during this phase just looking at Jazz who jokingly says Orion needs to be a little wilder, he's too polite and shuddering and absolutely none of them being surprised by the Megatronus Thing.

Omg yes, Alpha Trion just being clueless to newling behavior

That's adorable, ohhh. Remedy and Ratty know full well AT had his hands full and then some when it came to baby Orion. He's like a damn wolverine, absolutely willing to take on "prey" many times his size🥰

Chromia: "bACK! BACK I SAY! BAD ORION, BAD!"

Ironhide was just flummoxed, and Chromia is like "yeah he does that, you okay? Did he bite you yet? Have you had your tetanus shot?"

ohhh nooo Ratty nooooo. I exactly HC too that Orion/Optimus is just. So way terrible when it comes to getting his vaccines and always has been. I saw it in one damn fic but the idea is the best.

Jazz over here trying to goad Ori back into bad habits /j

[of-him-the-harpers-sadly-sing]

Lore for this Blog

having a nice little influx of followers lately so I guess it's time to have an About replacing my funny little pinned posts :^(

Also White Supremacy, Antisemitism, Antiziganism, Terfs, LGBT-phobia (including aphobia), is not welcome here. Go get a hobby maybe?

Hi I'm Hans I'm 18 and a bi Sinto guy from the Upper Great Lakes and though this blog is mostly Tolkien-centric I also sometimes post about:

- bugs - my hobbies (metalworking, camping, aquarium shit, being a fan of Bugs, a whole lot fucking more I can't keep track) - my welding and large engine mechanic apprenticeships and my side-gig as a library assistant - music I like (new wave and heavy mithril are the big ones right now yikes) - general griping about my life (tagged “hans shut up challenge” and no I don't ever shut up so blacklist if needed)

But yeah I try to keep things mostly Tolkien. This is technically a personal blog at this point, but granted my personality is mainly Tolkien-based.......

Sometimes I draw, requests are open and very much appreciated! It may take me some time to finish them though (I do not control the speed at which art)

I'm horrible at tagging since I usually just say dumb shit and forget to categorize, but if you need anything tagged I'm more than happy to take note !! Entomology stuff is tagged #bugs since I know creepy crawlies can freak some folks out even though I try my best to raise appreciation and respect for the lil guys I just think they're so cool

So yeah that's it. (I'm neurodivergent (ASD) so I'm awkward at interactions but I'm very talkative and social and there's a good chance I think you're cooler than me so I'm honestly not that intimidating and I love conversation I just don't know how to go about it uff-da anyway inbox always open)