#fjorclayweek2020

[sketch-bird]

fairytale 🌿

but if you’re a prince, and i’m a prince, then who’s driving the cart??

Fun Fact i had no idea today's prompt was fairytale au when i started drawing this. it was the will of the wildmother,

[fael-draws]

“well, at least *one* of us gets to smooch a cleric” - Beauregard Lionett, probably.

[yaksinhats]

✨fairy prince and his knight✨

[captainclovey]

Added colour to my Battle Couple Fjord and Caduceus sketch!!  Love these nature magic cowboys <3 

[cuchabra]

some modern AND domestic au for fjorclay week! @fjorclayweek

[homikot]

Spring

[rodydoesartthings]

fjorclay week day 2: fake dating

undercover at a fancy ball disguised as a wealthy noble couple

[fjorclayweek]

Fjorclay Week 2020

Fjorclay week will be taking place between April 20th and April 26th of 2020. A celebration of all things Caduceus/Fjord! Each day will have a prompt to be filled through fics, art, playlists, cosplay and all other things made by Fjorclay fans. You don’t need to participate, but if you like some of the idea you can reblog to share with others. You can also contribute with your own ideas or prompts as well. As many contributions as possible will be reblogged here throughout the week as well.

Make sure to use the tumblr tag #fjorclayweek2020.

Monday, April 20th -  Battle Couple/Post-Battle

Nothing better than a cute battle couple! Explore Caduceus and Fjord in battle, or if that’s not your cup of dead people tea, show them post-battle. Fixing each other up, healing, whatever they do afterwards.

Tuesday, April 21st -  Fake Dating

What’s better than real dating? Fake dating for some convoluted reason that doesn’t make any sense, and will make them realize that they’re in love in the process! You get all the perks of dating, but with pining!

Wednesday, April 22nd -  Fairy Tale/Mythology

All over the world fairy tales are told. You can go with the classic prince and knight, or something a little more out there. This can also extend to mythology. Taking the place of gods or heroes within different mythologies.

Thursday, April 23rd -  Class Switch

Fjord as a Cleric with Caduceus as a Warlock/Paladin. If that concept doesn’t interest you, you can have them switch with the other members of the Mighty Nein or one of the many DnD classes. Possible suggestion: Vox Machina classes.

Friday, April 24th -  Dreams

Dreams are a common occurrence for these two. Whether it be a message from the Wildmother, or warning from U’kotoa. You can explore shared dreams, nightmares, or visions. Talking/Comforting each other afterwards is highly encouraged.

Saturday, April 25th -  Modern AU or Domestic

The classic Modern AU. What are Caduceus and Fjord like in the modern world? Are they in college? Do they have jobs? What’s the living situation? This also extends to domesticity. However if you just want to explore these two being domestic in the Xhorhouse or during any amount of downtime with the Might Nein, that is encouraged as well.

Sunday, April 26th - Nature

Caduceus and Fjord both worship The Wildmother, the goddess of nature. That’s been a part of their relationship. Explore their relationship in parts of nature. The sea, the woods, the beach, whatever works for you.

Have fun creating!

credit to @thecruixe​ for profile pic and banner

[mollymugtealeaf]

rough sketch for day 1 of fjorclay week. Post-battle is a great excuse for clerics, obviously, but I'm stupid weak for Lay on Hands.

[izzymatic-art]

lil late but here is my drawing for fjorclay week 2020 Day 1: Battle Couple/Post-Battle 

[highintlowwis]

Fjorclay Week Day 5: Dreams/Visions -- Fjord commits himself to Caduceus the Wildmother

[astrangebird]

Time for some class swap!

(Also friendly reminder I’m more active on twitter cuz it’s easier to talk to people 😁)

[harpysnestillustrations]

TOOK ME ALL OF APRIL BUT HERE YOU ARE MY GOOD DUDES

[mithrilwren]

Relationships: Caduceus Clay/Fjord Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, Camping, Internalized Homophobia, Repression, Homophobic Language, (but very brief), Getting to Know Each Other, Developing Relationship, First Kiss, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Ghost Stories Word Count: 21047 Summary: At 30 - with nothing but a dead-end job, a handful of friends, and two years of undergrad under his belt - Fjord has no idea where his life is going. A week-long camping trip and a mysterious park ranger might be just the thing to set him on his way.

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This is an INCREDIBLY belated entry for @fjorclayweek​ 2020, but it ended up being over 20K so I think that’s as good an excuse as any ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  This was originally supposed to be a fill for Day 6′s “Modern AU” prompt, but I didn’t realize until much later that it actually fits Day 7′s “Nature” prompt rather neatly as well. 

[captainclovey]

a day late for the day 4 prompt, but class swap is a very fun idea. My ramblings below the readmore:

Fjord found at a young age by Wildmother following Vandrin, raised to hugely respect the Mother of the Sea and worship her aboard the ship while mimicking Vandrin.. only for the sabotage to happen, to be thrown off board and washed ashore with Visions of strangers to meet inland. 

Meanwhile Caduceus, raised in a family in a gothic family still in charge of a graveyard but much more corrupted by the savalier woods without the wild mother’s protection, faithful to their patron of Death, one by one his family left in its service until he was the last one, till he too, made his Pact with Death itself and took a branch of the graveyard’s dead tree as his pact weapon, and left with the visions his patron gave him.

Whether this version of Caduceus would abandon his pact when raised so heavily in faith towards it, and if Fjord’s faith in the Wildmother might shake given it started as just mimicry of a man he respected and not his own original path.. I don’t know.. but I think the aspect of Life and Death between their class swap would be very interesting.

[seafleece]

(a little somethin for fjorclay week day 3-- mythology au)

there’s an old story about the god of the forest and the god of the sea, they say.

the god of the forest came about it proper— melora, the breath of exandria, she had a son, and she named him caduceus. a god of exandria’s forest can never really own it, because melora is the forest— every tree a finger, a strand of hair. the wind her breath— it gets a little muddied when you think too hard about the orientation of it all in terms of divine anatomy, the breeze, as the mother of the world breathing on herself, but that’s never the point of myths, not really.

melora had a son. not the first, not even the second, or the third, and a son of the world comes about maybe not so auspicious— but he grew up in the shade of her biggest and strangest and wildest woods, the savalir, and he loved its branches and flowers and the things that grew where they fell. a forest beneath the forest, unafraid of the dark.

they say he’s not the god of the forest. they say he’s the god of death. but it’s funny, how those things aren’t too different, in the end.

the snake beneath the world had a son, too, they say. stole him from the surface and dragged him below, so young the only cord left to sever him from the world was the name he’d been given. fjord. a carving of the world by ice.

the snake, he makes fjords of his own, in a funny way. carves out what lies under the world to fit his body through the darkness.

they say he’s not even the deepest, or the darkest, not by a long way. but they also say he’s big the way you can never really understand. they say he’s all body, that even with all the eyes there’s no head. no beginning, no end.

(all things end, caduceus says to him, while fjord cries and he holds him in the dark. even if it’s not in the usual way. take comfort.)

the funny thing is that he is not the god of the sea, the snake. the god of anything becomes so because the mother gives part of herself to someone, and melora had not given him the sea.

the snake, he gave his son a job to do when he returned him to the world.

he was to steal the sea.

—

it is said that fjord washed ashore spitting blood and seafoam in equal measure. that he searched the great expanse of the ocean for the buried eyes of his guardian, and melora, seeing his suffering, sent her son across the ocean to greet him, to change his mind.

some retell it this way: there was a fight.

on a night in early spring, trees bloomed on the ocean from the incredible power exandria’s breath gifted her son.

some retell it this way: the god of the forest was always a calm one. 

on a night in early spring, caduceus showed the stolen child the beauty exandria’s breath gifted her son, and trees bloomed on the ocean.

by force or with open hand, the god of the forest removed the snake’s eye he found in fjord’s chest, and beneath it he found a heart.

(i knew it, he says, and smiles. behind him, the sun crests the sea, spilling light between the branches of new trees, and before him, into his arms, fjord crumples like a doll, cut from strings. i knew there was something in you.)

there’s a peninsula where trees grow to meet the sea, and then into it, unafraid.

on it, it’s said, the son of the snake beneath the world stood and asked for forgiveness from the land his feet touched.

melora fills books as a violent god, and others as a matron, others still as somewhere in between, both and neither.

on that day, the god of world-collapsing storms and blessed rains alike met the child stolen from her shores, and she freely gave him what he had come to steal.

—

there is a peninsula where the trees grow to meet the sea, and it is said to be a grove where two gods live, in a little stone house.

trees that grow in the sea, these are understood in ages to come. tenacity, perhaps, where divinity had been assumed.

but once a year, on a morning in early spring, fishermen on the peninsula find the sides of their boats clung with pale pink petals. the day when the god of the forest pulled the darkness from the god of the sea, and the day they were married, quietly, in the shallows beneath tenacious trees, flowers open on the sea in enormous patches, and the folks there call the day breath’s gift.

it’s said you can see them weaving between the trunks of that grove. someone’s father swears he sees two figures, dancing in the shade, but when the members of his family run from the property to see it for themselves, there’s only a swirl of leaves and flowers, spiraling loosely in the air.