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@theheartlesstide.etheirys.socialOct 2, 2026, 12:56 PM

Hey y'all! I'm LolCam, Calathea DuMarr's mom! I'm a gposer ( #HeartlessPoses, #XIVAPSnaps, #WoLSmooches), a writer ( #HeartlessFics), & co-president of the #CaLudo fan club. (@shaaloani.bsky.social & I like clacking the blorbies together)

Gpose of Calathea DuMarrBlack and white art party gpose of Isodahlia, an elezen. Her eyes, however, are still greenGoose of Calathea and Ludo kissing!Excerpt from the story "Elpis Flower" Calathea rolls the flower between her fingertips, unknowingly echoing his earlier actions. The colors dance across her face as she meets his gaze with a gentle smile. “Midgardsormr said a little while ago that you wanted to tell me something. What did you want to say?” And then a realization hits him square in the chest. “SHE CARES FOR YOU, LUDO LEWIS. MORE THAN YOU KNOW.” A flash of a familiar blue behind slitted pupils, a blue he recognizes now, looking into her eyes. A color that he'd thought was nothing more than a trick of the light… “…NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE…” “…If anyone can pull off the impossible, it's you Ludo…” Middy, you damned tattletale, Ludo thinks to himself as he recalls the dragon's words, and he grins like a fool. She saw everything, didn't she? Through that weird mind link they have. Which is a little rude, if I'm being honest, but… but she loves me. That little thought, just three words long, bubbles up within him. It swells, higher and higher, surges through him, gives him courage, makes him bold and brave again because she cares, she feels the same way. She loves him. Cal squeaks in surprise when he grabs her and yanks her back into his arms. But any possible protestations fizzle out when he clamps his mouth down on hers, when he kisses her with a passion unlike anything he's ever shown before. It's a kiss that speaks volumes, a powerful statement that nothing else matters except this feeling. This sacred knowledge that they care for each other, that they love each other. It's all they need. It's all they've ever needed.
@theheartlesstide.etheirys.socialSep 25, 2026, 12:10 AM

#FFXIVWrite2026 #FFXIVWrite Day 26: Drift

A little glimpse into Calathea's life before the events of MSQ. Unfinished, but I like this one. It has promise.

#HeartlessFics

The sun had only risen less than an hour ago upon the great city of Limsa Lominsa, but the market was already bustling with activity. A new Hannish trading ship had docked yesterday afternoon, one that had not been seen in the city before. It was all the people could talk about. Speculations ran amok across the people's lips: would the ship be bringing foodstuffs? Was it laden with gold and precious gems? The weavers were already abuzz with speculation on what fashion trends were currently sweeping across the city of Radz-at-Hahn, and of what designs they could incorporate into their own. And, now that the deck was no longer swarming with customs officers, the goods began flooding the market stalls with spices and silks, with fruits and fripperies intended to entice even the most frugal of shoppers. Exotic meats sizzled on spits. Jewelry twinkled on their stands. Brilliantly colored fabrics draped across tables. The air was filled with the sounds of merchants advertising their wares and customers haggling for better prices. There were a handful of negotiations that almost turned ugly, but they always fizzled out before punches were thrown. Some kind soul would always step in and whisper a few words, and fiery tempers would be doused as the impromptu mediator slipped back into the shadows. One such mediator drifted through the crowd, smiling and listening to the promises made with silvered tongues and the vilest of curses spat out through clenched teeth. Her golden hair shone in the morning light as she surveyed the people making their purchases for the day. Street urchins darted around like little minnows, looking for ways to earn enough coin for today's meal. Some carried boxes, others unloaded goods, and a small, daring handful loitered in the shadows, waiting for unlucky passersby. A few of them nodded in acknowledgement as she bought a croissant from her favorite baker, and she gave them a quick wink before melting back into the current of people. She tore off pieces of her pastry and popped them in her mouth as she continued to make her rounds. The Sisters of Edelweiss always had at least one person present in the marketplace at all times, and today, that duty fell to her. But Calathea DuMarr never saw it as a chore. It was always an opportunity, a window into other people's lives. It was a chance to learn a little bit more about the world around her, to be a part of something bigger than the life she had. A chance to belong, if only for a couple of hours. Suddenly, something bumped into Calathea's side. Like lightning, her hand shot out and closed around the wrist of the filthy child who had run into her. In his hand was a gil piece. Her gil piece, most likely. Cal’s grin widened. Well well well, she thought. It seems that this little minnow has greater aspirations than the rest of his school. It's a shame he chose to mess with the sharks. “And where the fuck d’ye think you're going with me money, ye little scamp?” she asked, with her smile full of teeth and terror. The boy twisted in her grasp, trying to pull himself free. “I en’t do nuffin. Lemme go!” But she only chuckled as she plucked the coin out of his hands. “Not before I get my gil back. An’ not before I have yer name, boyo.” “I en't telling ye shite. Now lemme go, ye bitch!” The boy’s shout was loud, loud enough to catch the attention of a couple that was perusing the stall nearby. Loud enough to draw the attention of a Yellowjacket twenty yalms away. The roegadyn’s head snapped up, and her eyes locked onto Calathea’s. She swore under her breath. “Time to move out,” she said, “unless ye'd rather take yer chances with our Friends in Yellow?” She jerked her head towards the Yellowjacket watching them. The boy’s eyes grew wide in fear, and he shook his head. “That's what I thought.” And she dragged him away from the market. They made their way through a maze of alleys, her hand a vise around his scrawny forearm, turning this way and that way, until Calathea felt confident that they weren't being followed. She let out a sigh of relief, and then she knelt down in front of her little thief. “You alright?” she asked. (Remaining plot to iron out: kid gets tight-lipped, Cal explains who she is and that she's with the Rogue's Guild. Also explains that she's the one who's been taking care of some of the orphans. That “guardian angel” the other urchins talk about. She gives him money for food, tells him to come back in a couple of days and that she may have some honest work for him. Kid accepts. Cal makes her way back to the market, and leans against the wall. Next to a man with brown hair, twin knives strapped to his sides. Jacke. He stepped in when Cal left. Teases her about it, about her soft heart. “Still a softie after all these years, eh, Songbird?’ Cal tells him that she can't help it. “You know I can't, Jacke.” “I know, I know. You've never been one to abandon a cove down on their luck.”)
@theheartlesstide.etheirys.socialSep 17, 2026, 5:40 PM

Finally saw a prompt for #FFXIVWrite that spoke to me.

Prompt 17: Fret.
#7.5Spoilers #FFXIVWrite2026 #HeartlessFics #CaLudo

Ludo’s eyes locked onto the little wooden rroneek as it spun between his fingers. Round and round it went, never ceasing. “Time moved so differently on the First,” he said quietly. “What if the Fourth is no different?” Calathea joined him by the tiny shelf, filled with the knickknacks acquired during their travels. So many little treasures we've collected, she thought as she studied the shelf, her hand dancing over each one. A trio of shimmering quartz crystals, shot with little veins of gold, propped up the bright red paper fan the two of them had received from the Namazu. A toy dragon, fashioned out of tin, roared eternally next to a Hannish charm shaped like an eye. A pressed flower sat in a hand-carved wooden frame in the back, a lily from the fabled First Reflection Ludo had mentioned. (It was one of the rare flowers she'd owned that hadn't been stowed away in her hair, since she had been left behind during that particular trip.) But her hand stopped over the paper boat. It was a flimsy thing, made out of a half-crumpled Moonfire Faire flyer that had been carefully smoothed out for its new life as a seafaring vessel. Cal smiled as she picked it up, remembering the way the gaggle of grubby-faced children crowded around Ludo as he showed them how to fold the paper. The ink had bled slightly from where it touched the water, but it had held when they lowered the boats in the water, and the orphans whooped and cheered as the waves carried them all out to sea. …All save for this one.We believed we had all the time in the world, she thought as she held the little boat in her hands, after defeating the Endsinger. How foolish we were. “Cal? Are you okay?” Calathea's head snapped up. Ludo was staring at her, his brow furrowed in clear concern. She sighed, silently cursing her friend's ability to read her moods, and she shook her head. “I was so busy thinking about how we'd get there that I never thought about what would happen after. …Hells, Ludo, you were gone for months on the First, and barely a week had passed here. What if the opposite is true on the Fourth?” The paper trembled in her hands. “What if we come back and find out that the money we set aside for the apartment ran out? What if we come back and there's nothing left? A hundred days there could be a hundred years here.” She quickly placed the boat back on the shelf, if only to stop herself from destroying it before anyone else could. “I don't know if I could bear returning to the Source only to find out that everyone we've ever known and loved is dead.”Ludo set his father's carving down next to the boat and took her shaking hands in his. Warmth rippled through her as he brought them up to his lips, kissing the palms before pressing them against his cheeks. “It won't come to that,” he murmured, and a purr began rumbling to life in his chest as his arms wrapped around her. “Time only seems to move faster on the Reflections than on the Source. And while it's true that we don't know for certain if that's the case on the Fourth, Midgardsormr has already assured us that there are ways to check these things. I think we should trust him on this.” He planted a quick kiss on her temple. “We'll get through this, I know it. So no more fretting, okay?” “Okay.”