Cath M

Excellent fit for the prompt ❤️

And I love the interpretation that he wasn't completely de-powered, just that he was attempting to NOT use his powers.

Love it when I see a sister Villain/Heroine ship getting fed ❤️

Oh I’m not even thinking about Silm fic yet! Mainly meta/personal fandom history posts atm.

But I’ve used Silm elements in my TROP fics so it seems inevitable some day.

I’m 100% sure your fic will be fantastic!

As a result though there’s a fake narrative that Charlie and Morfydd are disgusted by shippers even though one of them is lovely and the other didn’t know what shipping even is three years ago but seems fine with it now!

No, Morfydd has never been anything but lovely about and to Haladriels. People tried to blame stolen private images of the actors lives (mainly Charlie iirc) on Haladriels and it suited anti-ship people to believe that, it wasn’t even a shipper who did it.

To be fair, the vast majority of Silm people who have actually spoken to me instead of bolting the moment they see Haladriel on my blog have been lovely. It's just I'm aware of the very vocal seething that people dare to ship Sauron with a woman.

Posting under The Silm tag feels scary but fuck it, I’m reading The Silm and I’m allowed to share my thoughts while not hating a Tolkien adaptation and shipping the “wrong” ship (it’s not wrong.)

Yeah it just goes to show real life is not three tumblr accounts with an agenda!

The previous owner of our flat left a very dead looking plant under our bedroom window and now three years later it has a medley of flower/weeds in the pot, with only the wind and rain tending it. Not the prettiest looking thing ever but it seems to be thriving!

I’m thinking about making a post later and fuck it, I’ll tag Galadriel because I’m sick of some of the usual suspects basically insulting Morfydd’s work by claiming her portrayal “ruined” Galadriel.

I watched a bit of anime in my teens (the Fox Kids channel always showed stuff when I got home from school!) so the animation doesn’t really bother me. It’s a shame if people didn’t look at it as an opportunity to be exposed to a new style!

Convincingly passing the bechdel test has my interest for sure!

I don’t even tag Haladriel posts with the show or actor tags anymore because of those people.

Remembering how I didn’t tag ANYTHING on my rant of frustration and one of the “Halbro” obsessives still found the post, making me think they deliberately read our blogs mining them for content.

Yeah some of the complaints I saw was about the animation and I was a bit “it wasn’t a secret, the style was revealed in all the advertising?”

I’ll watch it eventually anyway!

Unfortunately what became of the cat is pretty explicit!

I still haven’t watched that! It felt like a certain type of person was hyping it up for ages because it was PJ-adjacent (so they using it to have a swipe at TROP 🙄) and it was suddenly *crickets* after release.

(The "let's rehash the LOTRs films" millstone was why the estate went for Prime's pitch instead iirc!)

My get out of jail free card for this is "at least TROP is attempting to do something, not always well but it's not - hey remember Gollum? Remember Andy Serkis's Gollum? Remember all these other people who are now over 20 years older or indeed dead now?"

His jaw closes, her delicate flesh pinching gently between his teeth and the hot beat of his breath drumming along her spine. “What now, my little Elf?” he purrs, his voice like silk slipping through her mind. She strains beneath him, her much smaller body arching against his weight. He nuzzles her jaw, a low growl rumbling over her skin and a cold, wet nose pushing into her cheek. She will not answer, refuses to play this game. Each second of his time she wastes, her daughter sprints further away to freedom. “How magnificent that you believe it in such a futile sacrifice, convincing yourself it wasn’t always you I would seek,” he speaks aloud in deeper tones, but still unmistakably him. His arm snakes beneath her front, lifting her away from the dirt and pulling her flush against the hot, solid mass of his chest. The air around her ripples, and humanoid fingers card through her hair, soft lips skimming up to her earlobe, the point seized by alarmingly jagged teeth. “Release me,” Galadriel hisses. “No,” he replies, hips rolling into her rear. He’s hard, and much larger then she has known previously; in the darkest parts of her mind it thrills almost as much as it frightens her. Without thinking she ruts against him, a trickle of blood running from her ear after he nips the gristle, a pleased hum rumbling in his throat. “Shall I take you in this form?” he asks, coarse fur scratching the side of her throat “or would you prefer the face I wore when we formed our daughter?” “She isn’t yours!” insists Galadriel “Celeborn…he returned.” A sinister chuckled echoes throughout her jumbled thoughts “did he?” Images race through her mind until one settles and unfurls. Celeborn visits her chambers, places his hand over hers and brushes her knuckles with his thumb. “I missed you,” he says, smiling sweetly.

The press of her lord husband’s lips to her feels as honey soft as it did all those years ago. He does not rush her, embracing her with a respectful tenderness that feels foreign, a comfort without the thrills. She tries not to think about Annatar and the way he always pushes her boundaries, her blood singing hot against his body pressing insistently into hers. Celeborn draws back, his eyes dark and cruel. It’s subtle, an uncanny blending between two forms, a twisted imitation of a face she adores and a face she fears; but it is not the simplest dread consuming her. It frightens her, knowing she could give in, that somewhere in the twisted thicket among her thoughts she desires it. “No!” she cries, pushing Celeborn away, banishing this altered memory until the weight returns at her back, the mud soft beneath her palms. “Much as I would’ve enjoyed tormenting you thus,” Annatar breathes into her ear “your foolish husband lives. Consider this another gift.” “This is no gift, it is a violation,” she hisses, twisting against the strong, thick arm holding firm across her breasts. Another growl pours into her ear, a human nose brushing gently over the hinge of her jaw, its shape morphing between wolf and Elf. He forces her onto her hands and knees, possessive claws clamping her waist while a soft, pale hand bunches and rips her skirts, cool air rippling over her bare centre. Behind her he groans, drunk on the sight of her sprawling before him. She’s embarrassingly wet, cursing that even after she left Eregion and fled from his labyrinth, he can still command her body, still expose the darkest heart of her.

Chapter 4 is going slowly. But in honour of Inferno getting its 100th kudos, have a preview (might actually end up in chapter 5 at this rate tbh..)

Rough, unedited, I'm demotivated etc. Also CW for: wolf form stuff (don't read if that makes you uncomfortable!)

#Haladriel #myfic #fanfic #mywriting

I can't believe they went there to be honest. It's one thing watching the human cast being cut in half and stuff but the cat!

Btw my husband and I watched the first two episodes of Alien: Earth last night and all I'll say is...really NOT for cat lovers in one scene.

I love it!

It's an idea based on a delightful Waffle House review @femininefearless.bsky.social brought to my attention where the reviewer says they went in for eggs and hash browns at 2:30am but left several minutes later with a black eye and a girlfriend!

A mainly black with white markings cat basking in the sun next to some green railings and a plant pot.

I was reading The Silmarillion in the sun earlier and it’s a bit difficult…only because our neighbour’s cat kept asking for fuss. And yes, we did pet the fucking kitty.

Happy Birthday!

Eru: they can live longer than men but they're still gonna die tho.

Dwarves and Men offscreen: I'm sorry...what?!

("Gift of men" and it's death - thanks for the gift I guess?)

Apparently I was in the mood for some creation myths today so here's my summary of some of The Silm I read earlier...

Eru: you need to hit those dwarves with hammers, that's what.

Aulë: *sobbing, about to smite his cowering creations* I have to, I am SO sorry.

Eru: LOL j/k - you can keep them.

I hope they do SDCC again. They surely have to if S3 is coming late next year!

She really is the president of our corner of the fandom.

Yeah apparently it’s a thing from certain ship-war adjacent accounts on Twitter along with our biggest fan on Instagram to claim Morfydd doesn’t like the ship and is humouring us 🙄