16 Works by dragonflyface
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Caduceus circles the garden, a hand on each grave as he passes. A respectful pat and a check-in — Hey, how is your yarrow growing?
It’s the second or maybe third or fourth time he’s wandered his route through the graves, just to catch anything he’s missed. Anything… Well, anything untoward. Anything strangling or swallowing, starving other plants of nutrients or damaging the gravestones. He carries a sickle on his hip, and a fork and trowel in a hardy hemp bag tied around his waist. There’s a little more nettle to harvest. Some crocosmia to tidy. And then he’s back to where he began, and still not feeling quite right.
꩜ 𓇬𓇬𓇬
caduceus ocd fic lets gooooooooooooo
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wet moss (no incense, no ritual) by dragonflyface
Fandoms: Critical Role: Exandria (Web Series)
30 Nov 2025
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Thoughts on post-cr3 Wildmother (and other gods) sort-of-death. A fic in which Caduceus mourns her.
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The stream is clogged with willowherb, fibrous spreading roots tangled into a thick blanket just beneath the water. Downstream, the small waterfalls are dry, the moss surrounding them unhappy, pale and crackly beneath his palm. So, it needs tending to.
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"Caduceus walks as quickly as he can back home, and he thinks about flatmates who are at once too much and not enough. He thinks about arms, wrapped tight around his back, and about himself, a bedroom ghost, sitting in a room that’s not entirely his, and won’t ever be."
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In which Caduceus has started a textiles course, because he needed to get out of a house he hadn't left in years. Because.. he's not sure. He's trying to figure it out. It's a lot though, and friends are hard to come by.
Things change, though, when he meets Beauregard at the library and she offers him a room at the housing co-op she and her friends are setting up. There's connection there, but still... it's a lot. And, still, he's not sure what he's doing away from home at all. -
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Or, an exploration of a favourite headcanon/au of mine - transfem caduceus and transfem team cleric solidarity,
written in little vignettes based on one thing at a time.✸🌷
Jester changed her body to be the way she wanted. Mostly when she was younger, she says, and her mother found someone to help, to pay a lot of coin to make it happen.
She’s been a girl since always (since before that) and a woman when she got old enough. Never anything else.So she understands when Caduceus asks about it.
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a haircut, a blade slipped right through by dragonflyface
Fandoms: Critical Role (Web Series)
10 Oct 2022
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The comb in his shaky hand, carved from pine, catches another tangle. It pulls, a sharp pain across his scalp, like pin-pricks, as he yanks it through.
Caduceus clenches his jaw, the edge of his tongue bitten between molars, and tries his best to push through the terrible, awful pulling sensation… Tries. Because then there’s another knot, and another, and he really can’t deal with any of it right now. Too tired from all the dreaming and the loud dinner-chatter, so he throws the comb back inside his pack, and wishes he threw it harder.
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Or, in which Caduceus dreams of the somnovum, and cuts his hair.
(In which it the city in the astral sea feels so terribly familiar.)(A missing scene, set around the beginning of the Aeor arc.)
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In which Beau and Caleb notice a concerning similarity between him and Caduceus, and Beau is worried for them both.
(In which Caleb attempts to talk about it with Caduceus and doesn't get very far.)✸
*big TW for talking about disordered eating - more info in the beginning note*
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(Comfort fic for myself, but here it is if you want to read it too.)
In which tmn reunite and Caduceus is lonely yet again, and Jester, trying to come invite him back downstairs to hang out notices something he'd kept hidden.
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Caduceus doesn’t roll his sleeves back down when he’s done washing up. It just slips his mind, and hums as he wanders back through the Xhorhaus, past the noisy partying room, filled with folks too enthralled with some sort of planning to help with dishwashing, and up familiar stone stairs, to his room.
That’s alright, he thinks, and lights an incense cone.
He sits, and he breathes.
Lets the distant laughing, the distant voices, turn to nothing.
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tiny white mushrooms, bloody pink and needle-fine by dragonflyface
Fandoms: Critical Role (Web Series)
01 Nov 2021
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The bone orchard grows rotten things, evil things. Things and thorns that cut soft skin and decay it just as fast. Like frostbite, but tens of times quicker. Like poisons.
That’s how you lost a horse on the way through.
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Or, POV: you're a thief and trafficker from Shadycreek Run, and you attempt to break into the blooming grove and it goes . badly.
(written for halloween)
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Maybe it’s the too-blue sky or the sun-bleached walls. Maybe its the mingling smells of a hundred stalls selling candied fruit, wines, or grilled squid skewered on sticks. Maybe it’s the heat.
Caduceus isn’t sure, but whatever it is, it’s hurting his head.
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In which they Nein go to a summer festival in Nicodranas. And it turns out to be a little too much.
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"Caduceus eyes Eadwulf as he places his hands on his hips, and raises his eyebrows yet again.
“I think you should get back to work, Mister Grieve,” he says, pulling his shovel free from the loose earth. “And stop kicking my plants. Have a little respect... They’ve been damaged enough already.”
Eadwulf huffs, almost a laugh. “Caught you on a bad day?” he asks. There’s a smirk on his face, and a spark beneath Caduceus’ ribs that doesn’t dissipate this time — instead it catches alight. And Caduceus slaps Eadwulf square across the face."
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in which caduceus gets to do a little violence, as a treat.
a fix-it/missing scene in a way, i suppose. mostly because in episode 141 when caduceus yelled at eadwulf i thought for just a second he was going to straight up attack him, and i think that wouldve slapped (haha) so.. i wrote a thing. but then it turned out angstier than i meant it to.. but who is surprised abt that?
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in which fjord and caduceus are neurodivergent by dragonflyface
Fandoms: Critical Role (Web Series)
26 Jun 2021
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very good title i know. vry straight to the point... that is th fic.
ok actual summary:
set when tmn go back to Zadash after first meeting Caduceus, and Fjord is worried about having a new roommate for several reasons, including but not limited to the fact that he thinks Caduceus might be haunted.
(this is a vry light-hearted fic but please check the notes and tags for TWs)
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A fic about the (admittedly tin-foil-hat) theory that there was once a fifth Clay sibling that something happened to. i just have thoughts about it, about how the Clays deal with loss.. I'm not sure how readable this fic is, and its kinda sad and weird, but i hope at least a few people enjoy it <3
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“Do you remember Caroline?” Caduceus asks one afternoon. He sits in the moss with his brother and sister, knees damp, fishing creatures and treasure from a peaty pool.
Colton stands, says nothing, and storms off.
Calliope watches him go and huffs. She turns back to Caduceus. “She’s with Melora now.”
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- Part 2 of clay fam fics
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An idea of how Calliope broke Caduceus' knee.
Set a little while after the last Clay sibling fic i wrote (they're still kids though,, like the equivalent of 8 and 12)
___Caduceus waits until she’s right by the tree and jumps out, swinging the stick at her face. As he does she pounces, tackling him, knocking the air from his lungs. His foot catches on something as they tumble backwards over roots and fern. He closes his eyes and braces for the impact of his head on the earth.
There’s a strange snap-pop sound.
And then he’s lying on his back, covering his face as Calliope lands on top of him with a yelp. He keeps his eyes screwed shut as he waits for the next round of scrappy hits to deflect and deal out. But they don’t come. Instead there’s a gasp and a string of cuss words.
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- Part 3 of clay fam fics
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In which Caduceus observes the grove on a rainy day and Calliope finishes making her first shield.
(Cad's like the firbolg equivalent of 6 and Calliope is the equivalent of around 10 years old)___
Droplets patter quietly on the stone windowsill of the temple. Like a tiny bug’s drum-beat. Caduceus knows he should get up from where he kneels, balanced at the head of him and his siblings’ bed, and close the shutters before the rain gets in. But it smells earthy and lovely on the warm dirt, and he can’t help but savour it.
This rain is the first in a while.
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- Part 1 of clay fam fics
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After a brutal fight Caduceus helps to heal the Nein, but neglects himself.. and worries his friends.
(edit: this fic was going to have another chapter maybe, and was mildly romantic, but i've edited it to not be for the aroace rights! (as of december 2020). it is also now just as one chapter bc im probly never going to update it lol)
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half-poetry type o thing i wrote after i saw someone mention that taliesin said that caduceus had been in some sort of family ritual thing... idk it was just an idea i thought was interesting. and i thought i'd post it anyways!
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Calliope tells him it’ll be fine. It’s just like going to bed. And Ma will be there —she’ll be the one to do it— and she’d never hurt him.
“You’ll be back before you know it,” Calliope tells him.
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- Part 4 of clay fam fics