#agent stern

[its-your-mind]

Griffin: ah yes I will introduce a fbi agent who’s looking for bigfoot who will slowly over the course of the campaign grow to care for the people of amnesty lodge and I will also of course give him a gay little romantic subplot WITH mr bigfoot himself. So excited to sprinkle that in through the plot.

The PCs, a former weed-smoking-field-hockey-playing-in-abandoned-mall teen, a bi stage magician with little-to-no respect for authority, and a literal ex-con: it’s a fuckin COP stay FAR AWAY from this NARK he must not be TRUSTED

[poppiee-s]

More brain rot doodle

[mcelquotes]

Who doesn't want Bigfoot to date an FBI agent?

Travis McElroy

[ink-wells-and-feathers]

government agents and their cryptid boyfriends is a good ship send post

[modistress]

Saw this merch and knew what I had to do.

[berry-muffin]

can’t be assed these days to do anything more than a few messy sketches most of the time (can’t be assed to finish anything either but what else is new). still, i really wanted some amnesty domesticity.

[scarlet-the-girl]

TAZ: Amnesty Sternclay fic Test

So, I’m trying to write fan fic again. I’m trying to take some good advice and I wrote a scene I wanted to and I’m letting it out into the world. There’s some context that’s missing, but hopefully it’s enough to at least make sense.

Joseph felt himself get lost as the rain pattered down the windows, his mind wondering to the first day he met Barclay. The first time he was truly infatuated with someone.

Since Barclay was the top suspect for the disappearances (according to the locals), Joseph had decided to interview him first, to get it over and done with. He knew that people’s first impressions were often wrong, and he wanted to put the villagers at ease with this news. They’d described Barclay as a fierce man living solitude by order of the community to keep themselves safe. Joseph wasn’t worried though. He’d trained for years to handle much worse than a violent man.

But halfway to the lonely cottage at the edge of the woods, the sky opened up and the tiefling was drenched in moments. Not wanting to walk all the way back with nothing to show for it, Joseph persevered to the cottage and knocked on the door in a polite, but firm rhythm. As he waited for the man to answer, he could smell fresh bread coming from inside of the house, throwing off his impressions to start.

When the door opened, Joseph had to look up to see the man’s face, a rare thing indeed. Barclay, as it turned out, was a bugbear. A bugbear with warm, brown eyes, a curious expression, and an apron smeared with bright colors.

“Oh geez,” Barclay said in a soft baritone, taking Joseph’s hand at once and gently leading him inside and out of the rain. The cottage was so warm and sweet smelling, Joseph felt himself becoming disoriented between comfort and a need for professionalism, even as the door was shut behind him.

“You’ll catch death walking out in the rain like that.” Barclay said, moving a quilt sized towel over Joseph to dry him. This snapped Joseph back into the present moment as he sputtered and tried to gain some dignity in this situation. He poked his out from under the towel and came up inches from Barclay’s face, causing both of them to freeze.

Joseph could only stare into the bugbear’s eyes, not seeing Barclay’s mouth move as he said, “I think you have the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen.” In a breathless tone.

Joseph felt an electric buzzing under his skin and his face becoming warm, likely turning a light shade of indigo. He swallowed, trying to make his chest return to a steady rhythm with his brain stalling. “I… Your fur is a lovely shade of auburn.” He said earnestly to return the compliment.

Barclay was silent for a moment before he chuckled, taking a step back and rising to his full height again. “Thanks. Runs in the family. Can I get you some tea? We’ve got to warm you from the inside out.” He said as he tightened the bow on the back of his apron and began preparing enough tea for two. He also grabbed a few scones and their necessary condiments.

‘I don’t think that’ll be a problem.’ Joseph thought to himself as he watched the bugbear move with such care and attention to detail. Barclay held the ceramic cups to gentle, he wondered if he handed everything he cared about that way.

Joseph buried that thought deep in his heart. Professionalism. He had a job to do, he had to save people. But he did also have to interview Barclay for the investigation. And it would be rude to turn down such a fine tea. And it would be simply illogical to wander out into the rain without giving it the chance to lighten up.

[shy-sapphic-ace]

Barclay: Joseph and I don’t use pet names.

Mama: I see. Hey, Agent Stern, what do bees make?

Stern: Honey?

Barclay: Yes, dear?

Stern:

Mama: Don't ever lie to my face again.

[into-the-clintoris]

Sternclay is like one of the best ships from TAZ ever because they don't even interact that much, certainly not enough to be categorized as chemistry we were literally just like guys wouldn't it be HILARIOUS and I think that's very cash money of us

[gonnahaveabigtalklater]

taz amnesty was a story about a bunch of people being gay and bad at their jobs

[critdeeznuts]

i love comic crowley so bad already. he looks like agent stern

(a man who is from a podcast and therefore has no physical design)

[abutrebendito]

Ah, yes. Agent Stern and park ranger Duck Newton from the rpg podcast TAZ Amnesty. I know them well.

[poppiee-s]

Enjoy my midnight doodles of the greatest OTP of amnesty

[ink-wells-and-feathers]

My love mine all mine by mitski is both an indruck and sternclay song but not a government agents and their cryptid boyfriends song in this essay i will-

[lxia-art]

an agent and a mothman walk into a bar