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A drawing of a small basket, half-filled with wild blackberries.

We picked berries today.  Ludo wanted to make jam for his mother, and it's the perfect time of year for them, so we headed off to a meadow where I knew some briars grew.  It took a while to gather enough for our little cooking project, mostly due to Ludo eating them, but we managed.  I couldn't help it; he'd look at me with the saddest eyes, begging for another, and I couldn't say no.

His childlike excitement was infectious.  His tail would swish back and forth, and his eyes sparkled.  I'd hold one out for him to eat, and more often than not, he'd nip me in his enthusiasm.  And poor, sweet Ludo, his ears would droop, and he'd apologize over and over again, and I would just laugh and tell him it's fine.

I feared that there wouldn't be any left, but, once again, Ludo's luck saved us.  One bush in particular was so laden with berries that it drooped under all the others, but that was to our benefit.  Its weight pulled it underneath the other briars, so most animals had difficulty reaching it. 

…Us included. 

I'd gotten quite a few scratches from the brambles, despite Ludo's valiant efforts to shield me from the thorns.  My arms and fingers were a network of tiny red lines, and there were even a couple on my face.  But they were small, almost not worth the very little effort it would take to heal them.

Ludo still insisted on healing them all.  He kissed each one afterwards.  Even the little finger pricks that didn't break the skin.

—--

Writing from Ludo
Kisses on her fingertips, every single one.  His eyes locked on hers with a flicker of desperation.  Where the briar had dug in prior.

Berry pulp stained her flesh, where she had hand fed him and Ludo bit the berries too aggressively.  Sometimes her fingers got in the way and he'd profusely apologize.  Cal called them love bites, nothing more.

Ludo knew she wasn't hurt seriously, but he still cared deeply and was by her side.  An act of admiration…

A drawing of a small basket, half-filled with wild blackberries. We picked berries today. Ludo wanted to make jam for his mother, and it's the perfect time of year for them, so we headed off to a meadow where I knew some briars grew. It took a while to gather enough for our little cooking project, mostly due to Ludo eating them, but we managed. I couldn't help it; he'd look at me with the saddest eyes, begging for another, and I couldn't say no. His childlike excitement was infectious. His tail would swish back and forth, and his eyes sparkled. I'd hold one out for him to eat, and more often than not, he'd nip me in his enthusiasm. And poor, sweet Ludo, his ears would droop, and he'd apologize over and over again, and I would just laugh and tell him it's fine. I feared that there wouldn't be any left, but, once again, Ludo's luck saved us. One bush in particular was so laden with berries that it drooped under all the others, but that was to our benefit. Its weight pulled it underneath the other briars, so most animals had difficulty reaching it. …Us included. I'd gotten quite a few scratches from the brambles, despite Ludo's valiant efforts to shield me from the thorns. My arms and fingers were a network of tiny red lines, and there were even a couple on my face. But they were small, almost not worth the very little effort it would take to heal them. Ludo still insisted on healing them all. He kissed each one afterwards. Even the little finger pricks that didn't break the skin. —-- Writing from Ludo Kisses on her fingertips, every single one. His eyes locked on hers with a flicker of desperation. Where the briar had dug in prior. Berry pulp stained her flesh, where she had hand fed him and Ludo bit the berries too aggressively. Sometimes her fingers got in the way and he'd profusely apologize. Cal called them love bites, nothing more. Ludo knew she wasn't hurt seriously, but he still cared deeply and was by her side. An act of admiration…

LRP that piece by Nev is so near and dear to my heart. It's based off of an unpublished #Caludo journal entry that @shaaloani.bsky.social and I wrote together, and I'm just trying not to cry every time I look at it because it's so good...
#HeartlessFics

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I LOVE writing fluff! I love cute sweet things, especially when the world is so hard and cold. Elpis Flower is the sweetest, fluffiest thing I've ever written. A confession before the end of all things, an impossible love made known. My fave. #CaLudo #HeartlessFics
archiveofourown.org/works/70536001

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Just a reminder: I write a LOT, and I've put up all the finished WoL #CaLudo stories on AO3 at the following link. Also you can peruse the #HeartlessFics tag to see everything I've written. (Surprise it's mostly CaLudo)

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#CaLudo #HeartlessFics

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WoL Caludo Drabble - TheHeartlessTide - Final Fantasy XIV [Archive of Our Own] An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Enjoy my insanity. archiveofourown.org/series/4645717
#HeartlessFics

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Her eyebrow goes up. “Oh? That sounds promising. Let's see it then.” Cal sits up and scoots to the edge of the bed. He eagerly presses the tome into her hands as he sits beside her, tail twitching in excitement. Gorgeous cover, she thinks as she runs a finger along the spine, the golden embossing shimmering under her touch.

“Most of the methods shown are for two people, so I would need someone's help in performing them properly. Here,” Ludo says as he flips through the pages. “Ah! Yes. This set of techniques in particular looks interesting.” He taps on the page.

Calathea looks down and her face immediately burns crimson. Oh. Oh my. These are… Little woodcut illustrations of intertwined people line the page, each one more twisting and contorted than the last. The faces of each coupled pair depict them deep in the throes of ecstasy: heads thrown back, dark blushes on the cheeks just above joyous mouths as they explore new and exciting ways to please their bodies with each other.

Ludo, I don't think this is…

“It is curious,” he says, completely oblivious to her flushed face, “that we would have to take all of our clothes off to perform these. That should be okay, right?” He glances up, eyes shining.

And then the truth hits her like a wave.

All those nights, all those treatments… It was never the healing magicks that gave him the medical relief he sought, was it? Nor was it the alchemical ointments massaged into the skin, or the tonics ingested, or the assortment of exercises. None of that did a godsdamned thing.

It was what came in the aftermath that cured him: the intimate touches, the curiosity of their lips seeking each other, the exploration of bodies and chasing whatever comforts they could give to each other.

Her eyebrow goes up. “Oh? That sounds promising. Let's see it then.” Cal sits up and scoots to the edge of the bed. He eagerly presses the tome into her hands as he sits beside her, tail twitching in excitement. Gorgeous cover, she thinks as she runs a finger along the spine, the golden embossing shimmering under her touch. “Most of the methods shown are for two people, so I would need someone's help in performing them properly. Here,” Ludo says as he flips through the pages. “Ah! Yes. This set of techniques in particular looks interesting.” He taps on the page. Calathea looks down and her face immediately burns crimson. Oh. Oh my. These are… Little woodcut illustrations of intertwined people line the page, each one more twisting and contorted than the last. The faces of each coupled pair depict them deep in the throes of ecstasy: heads thrown back, dark blushes on the cheeks just above joyous mouths as they explore new and exciting ways to please their bodies with each other. Ludo, I don't think this is… “It is curious,” he says, completely oblivious to her flushed face, “that we would have to take all of our clothes off to perform these. That should be okay, right?” He glances up, eyes shining. And then the truth hits her like a wave. All those nights, all those treatments… It was never the healing magicks that gave him the medical relief he sought, was it? Nor was it the alchemical ointments massaged into the skin, or the tonics ingested, or the assortment of exercises. None of that did a godsdamned thing. It was what came in the aftermath that cured him: the intimate touches, the curiosity of their lips seeking each other, the exploration of bodies and chasing whatever comforts they could give to each other.

Next part of the WoL #CaLudo saga is up! Thavnairian Healing, in which Ludo finds a book. And... well.... yeah.
Rated E because Cal takes the boy's V card 😂
#HeartlessFics
archiveofourown.org/works/68810661

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There was no answer, and he began to wonder if his bedmate had fallen back asleep. But then she reached back and gently scratched his ear. His leg twitched from the sensation, and she turned her head just enough to make eye contact. “I can.

“I dreamt of us, actually. We were on a cliff by the sea, and you kept getting so close to the edge. I told you to step back, because it wasn't safe, but you just laughed and told me it was fine because you could fly. And you stepped right off the edge and kept walking. You kept saying, ‘come up, it's fine, it's safe,’ but when I stepped off the edge, I fell. It was so slow that I had enough time to think, ‘I wonder what I did wrong.’ And then, just before I hit the water, I woke up.”

There was no answer, and he began to wonder if his bedmate had fallen back asleep. But then she reached back and gently scratched his ear. His leg twitched from the sensation, and she turned her head just enough to make eye contact. “I can. “I dreamt of us, actually. We were on a cliff by the sea, and you kept getting so close to the edge. I told you to step back, because it wasn't safe, but you just laughed and told me it was fine because you could fly. And you stepped right off the edge and kept walking. You kept saying, ‘come up, it's fine, it's safe,’ but when I stepped off the edge, I fell. It was so slow that I had enough time to think, ‘I wonder what I did wrong.’ And then, just before I hit the water, I woke up.”

a gpose of Calathea and Ludo, zoomed into their faces.  They're looking at each other with a worried, almost mournful look.

a gpose of Calathea and Ludo, zoomed into their faces. They're looking at each other with a worried, almost mournful look.

I know it's Patch Day but I also finished uploading Pt. 3 of my WoL #CaLudo stories! Dreams and Night Terrors, a lead up to EW for them. (written in part with @shaaloani.bsky.social )
archiveofourown.org/works/68727141
#HeartlessFics #ffxivfics

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Haven't gposed at #PrancingMoogle tonight because I've been working on uploading all of the quality WoL #CaLudo stories to AO3. I'm only about halfway through the "quick" intro stories (it's almost 13K words), but it's progress!
archiveofourown.org/works/68649026
#HeartlessFics

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Calathea would rather die than use a regulator. It goes against everything she stands for, and she sees it as a personal offense when someone suggests it.

...I may have written a little snippet about her feelings when she first encountered them during Dawntrail.

#DuMarrLore #HeartlessFics

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🌟FFXIV Creatives Share🌟

Thanks for the tag, Agui!! 😘
I'm LolCam, a gposer and writer of FFXIV stuff. I love my WoL, #CalatheaXIV, making the dolls smooch ( #WoLSmooches), writing stories ( #HeartlessFics) and taking candid portraits at art parties! ( #XIVAPSnaps)
Tagging in the next post

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a gpose photo of Calathea DuMarr and Ludo Lewis, as if they're about to kiss. There's a light glowing behind them, radiant and beautiful.

You can't see Cal's eyes, but Ludo's expression is one of admiration and adoration and maybe a little bit of lust.

a gpose photo of Calathea DuMarr and Ludo Lewis, as if they're about to kiss. There's a light glowing behind them, radiant and beautiful. You can't see Cal's eyes, but Ludo's expression is one of admiration and adoration and maybe a little bit of lust.

A little something special for Valentione's Day: Friction, a #Caludo heat fic. 9.9K words, explicit, sweet and spicy. Our little goobers, please enjoy.
archiveofourown.org/works/62983171

#ffxiv #ffxivfics #WoLxWoL #HeartlessFics

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Morning - TheHeartlessTide - Final Fantasy XIV [Archive of Our Own] An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Adding "Morning" to AO3 as well because it's cute and I don't have to edit it. Will I provide context? Hell no, I'm exhausted.

Ludo belongs to @shaaloani.bsky.social, as always. Enjoy.

archiveofourown.org/works/62974834
#CaLudo #ffxiv #ffxivfics #HeartlessFics

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Guess I'm starting with Sketches. Enjoy a handful of bite-sized ficlets revolving around Cal's sketch journal entries. There's not a lot explained but eh, it's fine. Still uploading, but yeah. Caludo be upon thee!

archiveofourown.org/works/629731...
#CaLudo #ffxiv #ffxivfics #HeartlessFics

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#HeartlessFics because I forgor to tag

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Mistletoe
A sketch of a sprig of mistletoe.  Details of unique leaf shapes shown.  Slightly thicker and more needle-like leaves, possibly due to the shift toward colder Coerthas temperatures after the Seventh Umbral Calamity.

I went out to gather mistletoe for the upcoming Starlight season.  It sells for a pretty penny this time of year, and I could always use the extra gil for presents.  Even so, it's not exactly easy work, since you have to climb up an ice-encrusted tree in the middle of Coerthas and pray you don't slip and fall on your arse in the middle of a wolf pack.

Stephanivien may claim that the easiest method of harvesting mistletoe is by blasting it out of the tree with a gun, but he's a little obsessed when it comes to firearms and should not be trusted on this topic.  It's much safer for all parties to just pick your sprigs by hand.  And you're less likely to damage the tree this way.

I love Steph dearly, he's a very good friend, but he's wrong about this one.

Ludo offered to tag along, claiming to need a few himself (even though I know his stores are full).  I, of course, graciously accepted his aid.  It's always nice having him around to help, especially since we don't have any real responsibilities at the moment.  

Any time with Ludo is time well spent, I think.

Mistletoe A sketch of a sprig of mistletoe. Details of unique leaf shapes shown. Slightly thicker and more needle-like leaves, possibly due to the shift toward colder Coerthas temperatures after the Seventh Umbral Calamity. I went out to gather mistletoe for the upcoming Starlight season. It sells for a pretty penny this time of year, and I could always use the extra gil for presents. Even so, it's not exactly easy work, since you have to climb up an ice-encrusted tree in the middle of Coerthas and pray you don't slip and fall on your arse in the middle of a wolf pack. Stephanivien may claim that the easiest method of harvesting mistletoe is by blasting it out of the tree with a gun, but he's a little obsessed when it comes to firearms and should not be trusted on this topic. It's much safer for all parties to just pick your sprigs by hand. And you're less likely to damage the tree this way. I love Steph dearly, he's a very good friend, but he's wrong about this one. Ludo offered to tag along, claiming to need a few himself (even though I know his stores are full). I, of course, graciously accepted his aid. It's always nice having him around to help, especially since we don't have any real responsibilities at the moment. Any time with Ludo is time well spent, I think.

I climbed the trees while he stayed on the ground, catching and gathering the sprigs that I'd trimmed.  It took him a few minutes to realize that he could have spread out the burlap like a drop cloth instead of trying to chase down the falling mistletoe and get it to land in the sack.  But at that point, we were having too much fun with our game to switch to the more efficient option.

(Though I nearly fell out of the tree from laughing so hard when he caught a clump square in the face.)

Two trees yielded enough mistletoe for the season, so we didn't have to stay long in the cold.  I lifted up the sack and started to head back to the Observatorium, but a short yelp Ludo stopped me.  Apparently there was a hole, one large enough for a piece of mistletoe to fall out.

“I’d never really cared much for this kind of tradition growing up, if I'm being honest,” he said as he picked up the stray sprig.  “Though that probably doesn't surprise you.”

It didn't.  I told him as much when I set down the sack.

“Getting around was hard enough; now I had to worry about the overhead, too?  In case I got stuck under one of these with someone?  It was a nightmare.”  Ludo held it above his head, trying to dangle it as menacingly as one could for a tiny clump of greenery.  “‘Oh no, watch out, little Ludo!  Someone’s gonna come up and try to kiss you if you aren't careful!’”

I climbed the trees while he stayed on the ground, catching and gathering the sprigs that I'd trimmed. It took him a few minutes to realize that he could have spread out the burlap like a drop cloth instead of trying to chase down the falling mistletoe and get it to land in the sack. But at that point, we were having too much fun with our game to switch to the more efficient option. (Though I nearly fell out of the tree from laughing so hard when he caught a clump square in the face.) Two trees yielded enough mistletoe for the season, so we didn't have to stay long in the cold. I lifted up the sack and started to head back to the Observatorium, but a short yelp Ludo stopped me. Apparently there was a hole, one large enough for a piece of mistletoe to fall out. “I’d never really cared much for this kind of tradition growing up, if I'm being honest,” he said as he picked up the stray sprig. “Though that probably doesn't surprise you.” It didn't. I told him as much when I set down the sack. “Getting around was hard enough; now I had to worry about the overhead, too? In case I got stuck under one of these with someone? It was a nightmare.” Ludo held it above his head, trying to dangle it as menacingly as one could for a tiny clump of greenery. “‘Oh no, watch out, little Ludo! Someone’s gonna come up and try to kiss you if you aren't careful!’”

I couldn't help myself.  The timing was too perfect; I had to strike.

Three steps brought me underneath the mistletoe with him.  “Like this?” I'd asked, just before I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him.  There was a muffled squeak of surprise, as I knew there would be.  I started giggling, even as he pulled me into his embrace and kissed me back.

We stood there for a moment, laughing and kissing each other as the snow fell around us.  And I guess it's a Starlight miracle that I didn't feel cold, not even a little bit. 

“What about now?” I asked him, our cheeks ruddy from the chill and the friction.  “Does this little tradition still bother you?”  The warmth in my chest spread all the way down to my toes as he smiled at me.

“Nah, I think I get it now.”

I couldn't help myself. The timing was too perfect; I had to strike. Three steps brought me underneath the mistletoe with him. “Like this?” I'd asked, just before I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him. There was a muffled squeak of surprise, as I knew there would be. I started giggling, even as he pulled me into his embrace and kissed me back. We stood there for a moment, laughing and kissing each other as the snow fell around us. And I guess it's a Starlight miracle that I didn't feel cold, not even a little bit. “What about now?” I asked him, our cheeks ruddy from the chill and the friction. “Does this little tradition still bother you?” The warmth in my chest spread all the way down to my toes as he smiled at me. “Nah, I think I get it now.”

I like to write up little journal entries for #CaLudo, since Cal keeps a sketch diary. Starlight may be over but I wrapped "Mistletoe" up this morning.

Enjoy these goobers being goobers. Ludo as always is @shaaloani.bsky.social's boy.

#HeartlessFics

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An in game photo of Calathea DuMarr wielding her rapier.

An in game photo of Calathea DuMarr wielding her rapier.

Calathea and a young G'raha Tia, from my AU WoLGraha 2024 comic. She's getting sassy because he tried to pick her up and he was leaning on the book she needed for class.

Calathea and a young G'raha Tia, from my AU WoLGraha 2024 comic. She's getting sassy because he tried to pick her up and he was leaning on the book she needed for class.

A gpose shot of Ezere and Zia Kert (the black-haired Miqo'te and the black-haired Hyur, respectively). They're smooching in front of an archway with a window and lush greenery

A gpose shot of Ezere and Zia Kert (the black-haired Miqo'te and the black-haired Hyur, respectively). They're smooching in front of an archway with a window and lush greenery

A bit of unreleased drabble from "Fruition," the 3rd part of the "Act of Wanting" trilogy. 

The text reads: 

His life has revolved around her, his lodestar, for years; to orbit her is second nature to him.  ‘Tis a gift, heavenssent, to be her satellite, to push and pull at the Tide whenever he wishes.  And he would gladly push and pull her into his reflected light, to make her cry out his name and shine for her on her darkest nights.  To remind her that yes, she deserves salvation, so that she may shine bright and give life to the land once more.


She wants his teeth on her, to make his mark, carve it into her skin and lay claim to her.  This man who would not lay claim to anything, who refused to claim his own name for a century because he’d hoped it would save her life.  She would give herself to him, be his, just for tonight.  Just so he could have the chance to finally claim something for himself.

A bit of unreleased drabble from "Fruition," the 3rd part of the "Act of Wanting" trilogy. The text reads: His life has revolved around her, his lodestar, for years; to orbit her is second nature to him. ‘Tis a gift, heavenssent, to be her satellite, to push and pull at the Tide whenever he wishes. And he would gladly push and pull her into his reflected light, to make her cry out his name and shine for her on her darkest nights. To remind her that yes, she deserves salvation, so that she may shine bright and give life to the land once more. She wants his teeth on her, to make his mark, carve it into her skin and lay claim to her. This man who would not lay claim to anything, who refused to claim his own name for a century because he’d hoped it would save her life. She would give herself to him, be his, just for tonight. Just so he could have the chance to finally claim something for himself.

I'm LolCam, Calathea DuMarr's mom! I'm a gpose aficionado, specializing in candid art party portraits ( #XIVAPSnaps), #gposecomics, and #WoLSmooches! I also write drabble from time to time, but I rarely finish stuff. ( #HeartlessFics)

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I'm LolCam, Calathea DuMarr's mom! I'm a gpose aficionado, specializing in candid art party portraits( #XIVAPSnaps), #gposecomics, and #WoLSmooches! Nobody makes the blorbos kiss like me haha (not true but STILL! I LOVE IT!)

And I write drabble from time to time. ( #HeartlessFics)

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I have finished it. After a year and a half since writing the first snippets, Feast is complete, all 8 chapters are done. Rated E because it gets quite spicy at the end. Please enjoy.

archiveofourown.org/works/567413...

#ffxiv #ffxivfics #WoLGraha #GrahaTia #HeartlessFics

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Text that reads:

I'm going to miss him so much, she thinks. I'm going to miss this house, this life. But… I can always come back to it. It's here for me, whenever I need it.

Calathea leaves for Tural in the morning. Her bags are packed, but is she missing something?

Text that reads: I'm going to miss him so much, she thinks. I'm going to miss this house, this life. But… I can always come back to it. It's here for me, whenever I need it. Calathea leaves for Tural in the morning. Her bags are packed, but is she missing something?

Also, DID YOU KNOW that I write from time to time?

"Calm" is a little one shot I scribbled out in a goddamn FRENZY when the final DT trailer dropped.
archiveofourown.org/works/56661061

#CalRaha #WoLGraha #GrahaTia #FFXIVFic #HeartlessFics #DuMarrLore

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fanfic chain! ⛓️ link a favorite fic of yours!

🍽️ Feast

Unfinished #WoLGraha fic where Cal and the Exarch have dinner and a proverbial fuckton of saucy banter. (And maybe something more, we'll seeeee >:3c )

archiveofourown.org/works/56741302

#CalRaha #ffxivfic #DuMarrLore #HeartlessFics

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