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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-
#ink says something stupid again#ink.says#ink writes#the adventure zone amnesty#taz stern#taz indrid cold#indrid cold#agent stern#joseph stern#taz barclay#duck newton#indruck#sternclay#government agents and their cryptid boyfriends
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If I were to make a continuation (either a full fic or additional fills) out of a fill....
Beware the Bear
Dark and Light
On the Case
Possession (and the indruck in the same universe)
Unfinished Business
#taz amnesty#sternclay#indruck#indrid cold/ duck newton#agent stern/barclay#terato#human/monster romance
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Adventure Zone (Podcast)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Indrid Cold/Duck Newton, Barclay & Dani (The Adventure Zone)
Characters: Indrid Cold (The Adventure Zone), Duck Newton, Agent Stern (The Adventure Zone), Barclay (The Adventure Zone), Dani (The Adventure Zone)
Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Friendship
Summary:
There is a lot of suffering in the world. But there’s love, too. (Joseph upgrades his accommodations. Duck and Indrid go to a fall carnival. And Barclay has an emotionally turbulent day.)
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my toxic trait is that im still an indruck stan
#FUCK it's so good#im literally obsessed with indrid just like. not knowing how to act#calling duck to tell him about future disasters like hello duck ❤️🥰#duck being like what the hell. is happening. am i going insane or is this wet paper bag of a man in love with me#(he is)#i have a very specific idea of their dynamic in my head#taz amnesty#indruck#indrid cold#duck newton#mine
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Heyyyyyyyyyyyy I heard there’s an Indruck discord out there… uh, anyone got a link to that?
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Big chapter, but I had a lot of ground to cover!
Thank you @thiswasinevitableid for the use of Apollo and Alistar Cold
This chapter contains gun violence
Enjoy!
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NOT MY ART! I found this photo saved on an old computer and wanted to track down the source. Any ideas?
#taz amnesty#the adventure zone#the zone cast#kepler west virginia#indruck#induck#mothman#duck newton#taz#taz graduation#the eleventh hour#aubrey little#ned chicane#taz fanart#taz fanfic
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Brain is going brbrbrbrbbrbrbrbrbbr anyway I guess I like TAZ: Amnesty again.
Therefore, Consider one of two fanfic ideas knocking around my brain: first, a 5-years-later fanfic in which the pals get together for a road trip, both for fun and some mutual and currently undecided reason to travel! Each character gets a chapter to themselves, formatted like a short story with an update on how they’ve changed in 5 years and how they develop as a character over the course of the road trip. There’s fun shenanigans to be had. Aubrey and Dani get to be fun and have a vacation from the stressful life of literally being a planet’s god and said god’s wife. Minerva is single and ready to mingle and also gets to be besties with Mama, Dani, and Aubrey because I think the idea of her having besties is amazing (also it’s been like 2-3 years since I’ve listened to the podcast and I have no clue if this conflicts with anything. Also I just personally think her romance with duck was. Really weird.) Duck and Indrid are a thing because unfortunately I’m still attached to that from being into it in my formative years—but it’s because they’re both disasters who try to run from fate and they get to be hilarious disasters together. Anyway that’s mostly a background element to Indrid taking better care of himself, learning to have fun and explore and enjoy the world, and learning to fucking forgive himself for the disasters of his past bcuz my man needs it. Him and Minerva bond over the whole “largely important role in our respective planets that left us with our own baggage” and “one of us is in love with the man the other person thought they were in love with” and “learning how to be a person very late in the game” thing. Maybe the sylphs even get a plotline where they encounter a sylph on earth who refuses to take human form on earth and it makes them re-evaluate their relationships to their human and less-human forms.
Alternatively, I also kind of want to write the beginning and end of the podcast because I think the middle is really good while the beginning and end are both. Sketchy. But I do also kind of want to just gut it for the aspects I enjoy and spin those aspects into an original work.
#taz amnesty#taz#the adventure zone#the adventure zone amnesty#the adventure zone podcast#danbrey#indruck#fanfic#fanfiction#taz fanfic#indrid cold#Mothman#duck newton#aubrey little#the lady flame#taz dani#Minerva#taz minerva#TAZ critique
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Adventure Zone (Podcast)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Indrid Cold/Duck Newton
Characters: Indrid Cold (The Adventure Zone), Duck Newton
Additional Tags: hey remember Indrid was a courtier? What was up with that?, surely that was a lot of fun and not at all messed up right?, and in related questions: why was Indrid exhiled? That seems like no big deal, Indrid can have a little unreliable narration. as a treat, A little angst, a little hurt/comfort, (doctor who voice) eels are wibbly-wobbly!, oblique dust 2 references but you don't need to have listened to understand I think
Summary:
Call it fate that draws them together; on paper it is the capless ballpoint he acquired standing in line at the bank. What Indrid calls is a standalone payphone just inside the edge of town.
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Something to Write Home About
Duck tells Indrid to keep in touch, Indrid tries following through.
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i so rarely comment on. any kind of lg/bt rep discourse bc it so often becomes a mess and also i am spit-balling off of a single tweet but i’m feeling chatty tn so. do people realize there is a difference between “i am frustrated when only X is seen in [media] and rarely any Y/Z/etc” and “there is too much of X so that character should be straight so there can be more Y/Z/etc” like. do people realize rep is not a finite resource and actually i’d even wager that saying Well Take Part Of It Away is not the way 2 go.
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You know I cannot understand people who dont ship or like ducknerva. Like i respect peoples ships and headcanons and indruck is fine and whatever but what Ducknerva have is one of a kind, more unique and special than anything else.
They not only have been connected for years and years, trained together and built one another up more and more, but also simply the way they talk together is just so kind, genuine, and full of care and love. I've recently listened ti amnesty again, and the way Minerva addresses Duck, talks to him, she sees him more than he ever was or will be. She cares for him deeply and unconditionally, believing in everything he does and everything he will do. She believes he is strong, stronger than he could ever realize himself and is the only one who truly recognizes the strength that Duck Newton holds. He is not just a forest ranger wielding a talking sword, no, he is a warrior with a destiny that he is ready to fulfill. He strikes down his foes with precision and grace, he strikes true and even if he believes he might not be, hes a true born hero. She sees him for that. Maybe the only other person who came close to seeing him like the way that Minerva does is Ned Chicane.
Minerva and Ducks connection is strong, its beautiful, and even more so, extremely powerful, just like who they are as people.
#taz amnesty#duck newton#the adventure zone#taz#duck newton fan account#ducknerva#minerva#ned chicane#my thoughts
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In the summer of 1974, two residents of Kepler receive unusual visitors.
Father Barclay meets one Joseph Stern, an exorcist with a secret.
Indrid Cold, local outcast, summons a demon to help him where he needs it most.
Neither human is quite prepared for the direction their lives take after their visitors arrive. And neither are the demons, for that matter.
The other winner of my reader request poll was to extend the universe of my Possession and Demonic Intervention fills. So here we go!
#indruck#indrid cold/duck newton#sternclay#agent stern/barclay#demon au#human/monster romance#monster boyfriend
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Promptober Day 11: Someone who made a deal with a demon/fae for money or fame, twenty years ago tonight
(SFW, but there are references to drug overdose/general poor mental health)
The show was over, and Indrid Cold was alone in his dressing room. The mirrors lining the walls, surrounded with lightbulbs, made the large room seem even larger. There were plush couches and armchairs to seat at least eight, all unoccupied except for the man sprawled out on one of the sofas, his shirt riding up to show the silver piercing through his navel.
And now, a demon. Indrid saw him first reflected in one of the mirrors - red skin, horns rising from his wavy chestnut hair - and then looked around to see him in person. His eyes were unsettlingly human - Indrid would feel better if they looked demonic. His name was Duck Newton, a name Indrid hadn’t spoken or written for twenty years but still had never forgotten.
“So, uh, how’s it going for you?” said the demon.
The most famous rock star in the world glared balefully up at him through his smudged stage makeup. “How do you think it’s going?”
“I was sorry to hear about your boyfriend,” the demon offered.
Indrid grunted. For the past eight months he’d been in a very public relationship with another celebrity, a country music star. Until two weeks ago, that was, when the country music star had overdosed and been posthumously revealed to have been cheating on Indrid with no less than three other people.
“Were y’all real? Or was it just for the tabloids?”
“I thought we were real,” said Indrid. He took a handful from the bowl of peanut M&Ms on the coffee table and crunched on them. “What’s with the small talk? Aren’t you going to just take me?”
“I figured it was polite to give you some time to process things.”
“I’ve had twenty years to process things.”
“Was it all worth it?”
Indrid gave a short laugh. “In a sense.”
Duck sat down across from him and took a couple of M&Ms.
“Twenty years was plenty of time. If you really wanted me to fight being taken you should have made the timeline shorter.”
“So you’re ready?”
“Fuck yeah I am.”
Duck’s tail flicked against the upholstery. “You’ll have to take out the silver jewelry.”
“Would it really protect me from you?” said Indrid with some interest as he removed the ring from his navel and set it down on the coffee table with a small clink.
“Not really. I’d just have to rip it out, which wouldn’t be pleasant.”
“Fuck no it wouldn’t be.” Indrid pulled his shirt up to his collarbone to remove the bars from his nipples, and then the six tiny rings from one ear, the silver serpent curling around the other.
“Good?” said Duck when Indrid had removed the rings from his fingers.
“Nope,” said Indrid, and unbuttoned his jeans.
“Oh, Christ,” said Duck, and averted his eyes as Indrid removed the Prince Albert from his cock. It took some doing. Indrid was a little surprised at the demon’s modesty.
“Yeah, I went all out. I thought it might protect me from you.” This was, of course, back when Indrid thought he had something to live for.
“Nope,” said Duck. He reached out a hand across the small midden of silver on the table between them. “Now are you ready?”
Indrid took his hand. “Yep."
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Twenty years ago, that night, Indrid had just been booed out of his third open mic night in as many weeks and his dad was threatening to kick him out of his basement unless he got a real job. So he opened the book of spells he’d bought at a garage sale when he was twelve to the page reading MINERVA: GODDESS OF FAME AND FORTUNE and lit a ring of white candles.
The demon that appeared certainly hadn’t looked like a Minerva, with beefy arms and a potbelly. “...Minerva?” said Indrid.
The demon sighed. “I’m Duck. She fucked off and left me in charge. What do you want?”
“I want to be the most famous rock star in the world. I want to make millions of dollars and for everyone in the world to have heard my music. I want my music to be good.”
The demon’s face softened. “Your music is already good.”
“Yeah, well, not good enough.”
“Fine,” said Duck. “And you’re willing to give up your soul for it?”
“Yes,” said Indrid. “It says here you’ll come to collect in twenty years.” He was twenty. Twenty years in the future was unimaginable.
Duck was looking skeptical again. “And you’re really alright with that?”
“Yes.”
“Alright,” said Duck, and held out his hand for a handshake.
Indrid got a call from a record label the next day.
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They plummeted together through the layers of the earth, down into Hell, through red sulfurous clouds, and Indrid doubled over coughing. He didn’t catch his breath again, eyes streaming, until after his feet touched the ground. Then he looked up. “Woah.”
Hell was less like a Bosch painting than he’d been imagining. Sure, the sky was red, and the dirt was also red, but there were no writhing masses of suffering bodies, at least not that he could see. In fact most of what he could see was gently rounded mountains, carpeted with trees. And, directly in front of him, a well-built log cabin with checkered curtains in the windows.
“Is this where I’m going to be eternally tormented?” Indrid asked.
“Nah,” said Duck. “If you’d been a real asshole there’d be some torment, but not for you.”
“So what are you going to do to me?”
“...That part I ain’t quite figured out. See, just having souls is sort of a… status symbol among demons.”
“How many do you have?”
“Counting you? One. See, when I made that deal with you, I was only standing in for Minerva for a few weeks. And then I went back to my other job.”
“Which is?”
“Forestry.”
Indrid giggled. “Holy shit.”
“It’s not like I’ve been neglectful! I, um. I watched all your shows.”
“All of them?”
“Why wouldn’t I? You’re good.”
Indrid didn’t quite know what to say. He was no stranger to praise over the years, but he knew it all was because of Duck. “Did whatever magic you cast on everyone to make me famous work on you, too?”
“No. Here, c’mon inside.” Duck led Indrid up the steps and into the cabin. It looked to be just three rooms - a bedroom, bathroom, and open-plan kitchen/dining/living area. Duck went into the bedroom, opened the top dresser drawer, and pulled out a mess of gold jewelry. “I got you replacements for your piercings if you want to keep them in. Uh, except for the dick one. I didn’t know about that one.”
“You don’t read the tabloids?” Indrid teased as he reassembled the metal parts of himself. “That’s fair. I think now it’s mostly stories about how old and unattractive and washed-up I am.”
“Is that really how you see yourself?” said Duck.
Indrid examined himself in the mirror on the back of Duck’s closet door. Yes, that was what he saw. He’d never been muscular, but now he just looked skeletal. The dark hollows under his eyes seemed permanent now. And his voice had been damaged by years of screaming into a microphone.
Indrid turned away from the mirror. Maybe if he ignored his appearance it would go away. Maybe he could be young and attractive again. He’d been hoping, deep down, that being sent to hell he’d revert to the body he had twenty years ago. No such luck.
“I think you’re just as handsome now as you ever were,” said Duck.
There was still something gold in the dresser drawer. “What’s this?” said Indrid, pulling it out.
“Nothing!” said Duck. “Nothing.”
“Handcuffs? And a collar?” The gold was thin, but far sturdier than it would be without demonic magic. “Are these for me?”
“No! I mean. Uh.” Duck scratched his neck. “Look, I went to a goldsmith and said I wanted stuff for a human and she insisted I needed those too. Apparently folks like to keep their humans restrained. But you don’t have to. Unless, uh, unless you cause me a lot of problems.” Duck rearranged his face into something more menacing. “Then it’s into the handcuffs you go.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Indrid slipped the cuffs and collar back into the drawer. Then he went back into the living room. There was a stereo in there and he was curious what kind of music Duck listened to, what kind of radio signal you might get in Hell, but before he could turn on the stereo the box of CDs next to it caught his attention. Flipping through them, he saw a lot of bands he himself liked listening to, old rock he’d found inspirational, and newer stuff too. And then - his own music, too. His albums. Every single one of them, arranged by year of release. “Do you actually listen to my stuff?”
“Of course I do.”
“Do you have a favorite?” Indrid said, idly flipping through again. Christ, he looked good on the cover of the first album. The most recent ones didn’t have his face on them; he didn’t photograph well anymore. Most critics thought the music had been getting worse ever since his sophomore album, but that had never stopped him from making music. The songs just kept coming. Probably a result of whatever Duck had done to him.
“Your most recent one. Bug Venom.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I like Bumblebee. It’s a lot more positive than a lot of political songs.”
“If you’ve got a guitar around here I’d be happy to give you a live performance. Unless your gift doesn’t apply anymore now that I’m dead.”
“Indrid, I did nothing to your ability to play. Don’t talk that way about yourself.”
Indrid looked up again and looked, really looked, at the demon in front of him. There was an expression in Duck’s eyes that Indrid knew well from groupies and admirers of all kinds, though as far as he could remember he hadn’t seen it on anyone for about fifteen years. Duck was attracted to him.
“What does Minerva do with her souls?” Indrid asked.
“She puts them to work. Trains them to fight her enemies and all that. But I don’t really get into all that. And you seem like you could use a break. After two decades of touring and all.”
Indrid carefully kissed Duck’s very warm cheek. “You’re sweet.”
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my toxic trait is that im still an indruck stan
#FUCK it's so good#im literally obsessed with indrid just like. not knowing how to act#calling duck to tell him about future disasters like hello duck ❤️🥰#duck being like what the hell. is happening. am i going insane or is this wet paper bag of a man in love with me#(he is)#i have a very specific idea of their dynamic in my head#taz amnesty#indruck#indrid cold#duck newton#mine
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Hey folks! I’m really excited to start this new work! I’ve been sitting on the AU for quite some time, so I hope you enjoy it!
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