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theheartlesstid.bsky.social
Cala-Tiddy Fan Committee
@theheartlesstid.bsky.social
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35 y/o. Unhinged 🔞 account for the Tide Herself & a pile of WIPs. Don't talk about my main. MINORS DNI

#HeartlessWIPs for the drabble. #DuMarrLore for the horny lore. #Cala-Tiddy for the spice

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theheartlesstid.bsky.social
😳👍
September 13, 2025 at 9:56 PM
theheartlesstid.bsky.social
Sheriff Ludo is so pathetic and thirsty for Heartless Callie. It's fucking stupid and amazing
August 15, 2025 at 7:44 PM
theheartlesstid.bsky.social
If you saw me post this on another account... You did because oops I was somehow on my main?????
August 14, 2025 at 7:58 PM
theheartlesstid.bsky.social
Yeah, it's INCREDIBLY stupid. It honestly kills any remaining passion that I have when I see it.

So I will just live vicariously through my friends' cute ships for now and cheer them on. 🥰 (And mute/block the rest so I don't have to put myself through the stress.)
August 14, 2025 at 7:57 PM
theheartlesstid.bsky.social
There's zero pressure with CaLudo, though, which is really nice. And I don't have to make art of them on my own. I thrive in collaboration.

Also Ludo's lips are easier to pose than G'raha's. :V
August 14, 2025 at 7:22 PM
theheartlesstid.bsky.social
I know it isn't! I'm not begrudging anyone for how they like him, either!
But there ARE statements that I see other people say like, "if you don't like him this way, you're wrong/unworthy." It just makes me uncomfortable & it makes me want to step away from it, because I don't like him like that.
August 14, 2025 at 7:22 PM
theheartlesstid.bsky.social
So CALUDO IT IS, FULL STEAM AHEAD
August 14, 2025 at 6:52 PM
theheartlesstid.bsky.social
(Also I'm not overwhelmed with a general anxiety that I don't like the red headed catboy as much as everyone else seems to like him. Even though I do love G'raha and I think he's a great character, people are willing to do a lot more than I am in their adoration. Feeling like a fake fan some days)
August 14, 2025 at 6:52 PM
theheartlesstid.bsky.social
She can't keep getting away with this. #HeartlessWIPs

(First two pics are from a CalRaha fic that I've set aside for now. The third is from a CaLudo piece I'm working on.)
Except from an unfinished piece. The text reads: Applied Study Part 1: Experimentation G'raha Tia is dying. He struggles to breathe, each one shallower and more difficult than the last. His airways are being obscured, muffled, cut off. Panic starts creeping in at the edges, his instincts scrambling for a path to survival as his oxygen reserves deplete within his body. He's being smothered alive. And yet… She has her fingers entangled in his hair. His ears flicker as they brush the smooth, powerful legs resting on his shoulders. And although the heel digging into his spine is painful, it is physical confirmation that he is right where she wants him to be. He is on his knees before her: an act of devotion, of service. And service her he does, as she pulls him deeper and deeper still. His lungs are screaming, begging him to break away, to breathe, to be sensible. But the sensible action is not always the right one, and he intends to do right by her. A poor guest he would make if he let this meal - so dutifully and beautifully prepared just for him - grow cold. If this is destined to be his end, he would welcome it with open arms and face buried between her legs. Excerpt from an unfinished piece. The text reads: “Rule 1.) Be dutiful in your actions. Dedicate yourself wholly to the task at hand.” She relaxes her grip momentarily, allowing him to break free. Instinct pulls him away with a wet smack. He's gasping, reeling, gulping down lungfuls of the precious air he'd denied himself for the sake of her pleasure. Her fluids smear across his face as he leans against her thigh, trying to catch his breath. It is an intimate vantage point, a breathtaking one, he thinks, resting like this. The firm planes of her torso, the curvature of her incredible legs, the…more intimate spaces of her that had been the focus of his ministrations up to this point. He smiles when he sees a triangular red mark on her, on the thigh. Where she had pressed into his crystalline cheek while she locked him in place. Proof that she was enjoying herself. He wants to trace it, kiss it, feel it for himself so that it can be made all the more real. But a gentle motion draws his attention upward. Calathea had propped herself up on her elbows, jostling the mattress slightly. Her half-lidded eyes are fixed on him as she sits up, panting heavily. He takes a moment to appreciate the rise and fall of her chest, partially covered as it is by the blanket he'd draped over her (and barely holding on to her by a thread). She is a vision, radiant as the sun, and he would be content to lay his head in her lap and bask in her light forever. She pouts, nudging the side of his head with her knee, dragging him out of his reverie. “You stopped,” she whines, the blanket finally falling from her shoulders. “Why?” “Because I was unfortunately suffocating,” he chuckles, wiping his face clean of the mess she'd made. Rough outline of an ongoing CaLudo piece. The text reads: She shudders against his mouth, the sounds of her delight crescendoing until she fears that her neighbor will complain tomorrow. Her legs go slack in the aftermath of her climax. Calathea feels him gasp and sigh in relief, and then she grabs his hair and pulls him in again. He muffles a complaint, but she doesn't stop. “Two taps, remember?” she pants. Cal begins to grind against his tongue again, crying out because she's still so sensitive from her first orgasm, but she only picks up the pace as his words are suppressed by his tongue pressed against her dripping wet And then she hears a quick thump thump! behind her as his heels hit the floor. She pulls away, chuckling as he gulps down lungfuls of precious air. “Wh-why did you keep going?!” “Because you didn't tell me to stop.” “…What?” (Face softens, pleadingly, and it's cute to see Fray go 🥺) “You never told me to stop, Ludo. So I kept going.” She smiles down at him so sweetly, strokes his hair and wipes off his face. She beams at him, because he's so cute whenever he makes these little discoveries. “You may be the one that's tied up, but I'm the one who's listening to you. My level of control depends on you, and how much you want me to be in charge. I’ll free you whenever you like.” She slides a hand underneath him, hooks a finger in the knot as she kisses his brow. “All you have to do is say the word. Would you like me to untie you, Ludo?”
July 26, 2025 at 8:36 PM