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One of the reasons I'm tremendously behind on the TOD rewatch is because I've been working on my Small Fandom Big Bang, a fusion of Eerie, Indiana and Jonathan Stroud's Lockwood & Co. And it's finally live and ready for reading! My artist made a fantastic podfic that I'm excited to listen to over and over and which will go live later today. Here's the fic itself though:

Trusted Associates Inc and the Haunted Heart (12760 words) by flashforeward
Chapters: 8/8
Fandom: Eerie Indiana, Lockwood & Co. - Jonathan Stroud
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Melanie Monroe/Devon Wilde, One-Sided Devon Wilde/Marshall Teller, Simon Holmes & Marshall Teller & Syndi Teller
Characters: Syndi Teller, Marshall Teller, Simon Holmes, Melanie Monroe, Devon Wilde, Marilyn Teller, Edgar Teller, Bartholomew Radford, Winston Chisel
Additional Tags: Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Ghosts, Investigations, Case Fic
Series: Part 1 of Trusted Associates Inc.
Summary:

Syndi Teller, Marshall Teller, and Simon Holmes are agents, trained to fight The Problem: the dead who walk the earth as ghostly visitors. They run their own small agency - Trusted Associates Inc - out of the Teller house in Eerie, Indiana - a town where the Problem has proven to be even stranger than it is elsewhere. Between the cases they take, Trusted Associates spends time researching the Problem and trying to understand its cause, as well as why it is so different in Eerie - in particular, why Syndi Teller, who should be too old to see the spirits they fight, has maintained her talent.

One day, a family comes to hire Trusted Associates because their daughter, Melanie Monroe, is being haunted by the boy who's heart saved her life. Marshall is excited to take this case, hoping it will lead to a better understanding of the Problem. What they find during their operation, however, is a very different haunting than any they've ever seen before. And then Melanie and her ghost, Devon Wilde, offer to take them to a place where they can find answers to all of their questions about the Problem and Eerie.

And, despite his sister's misgivings, Marshall knows it's too good a chance to pass up.

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It is Femslash February (I'm a few days late, I know, life got weird...) and I thought it would be fun to offer a challenge to all of us Eerie fans to write some femslash for this fandom!

No formal prompts, just a general celebration of all the wonderful F/F pairing possibilities* in Eerie Fandom!

I've added a new collection on AO3 if you'd like to use that when posting!

(*Genderswapping characters counts)
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Title: Not a Paper Girl
Author: [personal profile] evilinsanemonkey
Characters/Pairings: Sara Sue, One Sided!Sara Sue/Syndi Teller
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst
Summary: Sara Sue realizes she has a crush.
Notes: Fic one in my self imposed "write a fic a day for Femslash February" challenge!

Not a Paper Girl on my Journal
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Continuing my track record of failing to post Yuletide fics to the appropriate comms after reveals, I forgot to post this one here until now:

House of Eternal Rerun: Evidence From Investigations Into Case #16661, 1992 - Present (12261 words) by Deifire
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Eerie Indiana
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Janet Donner/Unnamed Character, past Janet Donner/Marshall Teller, Original Female Character/Original Female Character, Marshall Teller/Dash X
Characters: Marshall Teller, Dash X (Eerie Indiana), Simon Holmes, Syndi Teller, Janet Donner, Melanie Monroe, Original Child Character(s)
Additional Tags: Case Fic, Haunted Houses, Found Footage, Post-Canon, Mega Voodoo Eerie Weirdness (Eerie Indiana), Reality Takes an Extended Holiday
Summary:

The Teller House is haunted. Everybody knows it. Almost nobody talks about it.

In 1992, multiple members of the Teller family disappeared under mysterious circumstances.

In 2019, two investigators went inside the house search of answers. They never made it home.

Now the case is open again.

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A quick round up of my recent tumblr gifs for your viewing pleasure 

1. Chooseday: Mayor Chisel or The Man in the Fez. I picked Mayor Chisel, of course. These gifs have caused me nothing but trouble but at least they look good. 

2. Mdash with lyrics from the poem 'PIETA, by RAINER MARIA RILKE

3. Syndi's Bingo Parlour Story from Broken Record 

4. Simon, Mars and journo!Syndi in Broken Record. I think that she had potential to realize the weirdness 

and a couple of Round the Twist gifsets for the inclined - 

TOD Jackalopes + The ending of 'The Copy' 

Round the Twist referencing Metropolis in the title card for 'The Copy

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I hope nobody's got an appointment with the optician coming up, because you might find yourselves freaking out when she asks you to read the little eye chart. Don your GM2020s, everyone... it's time to Just Say No Fun!
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It's not Halloween, but lets get our George Bush masks on, make some popcorn and enjoy such classics as the Bloody Revenge of the Mummies Curse. If you're going to bite the remote control, make sure you're dressed warmly and have comfortable shoes on, because otherwise you may find yourself starring in... Scariest Home Videos.
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Marilyn Teller grasped the little cardboard tab between thumb and forefinger, used her free hand to hold the box steady against the cluttered kitchen countertop, and pulled.

Her children, four and seven and already exhibiting the kind of smarts that had her stuck in a perpetual motion machine that swung from pride to exasperation and back again, appeared in the kitchen doorway.

"Your nana's cat knew that trick," she told them, turning. "Open the icebox, pick up a can opener, there she was, begging for treats."

She held out two full-size Icky-Sticky bars.

"Here," she said. "Before the trick-or-treaters arrive."

Ongoing Verse: Teller Family History

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She was Miss Tornado Day, Syndi reminded herself, Maiden of the Twisting Winds, Queen of Whimsical Destruction, an actual, bona fide God of Specific Violent Weather Events. And therefore, she was not going to squeal in shock and discomfort just because the driving rain had turned into an icy air-borne slush that had just hurled itself with malevolent joy and malice aforethought down the back of her collar.

She took a deep breath, clenched her teeth to stop the chattering, and concentrated on building a small pocket of warm air around her exposed face and hands.

God, she hated November.

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Ongoing Verse: Teller Family History

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Strap on your Sky Monsters part 2 (with bubble sole!), and strut like a sky-walking machine down to First Eerie Savings to sing 99 Bottles of Beer with Mister Wilson. Ladies, gentlemen, ain't it good to know you got a friend? Put your white plastic cash dispensing hands together for... ATM with a Heart of Gold!
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Welcome back to the Eerie, Indiana 2021 rewatch. This Friday, give your dog the side-eye and pray that doorknobs will be enough to save us. Ladies and gentlemen, keep the Canine Arrest Team on speed-dial, because it's time to watch... The Retainer!
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Rock out your fifties hairstyles, make sure your lids are sealed tight, and enjoy vacuum-fresh food, because the 2020 Eerie Indiana rewatch kicks off tonight with the pilot episode that made half of us afraid of packed lunches... ladies and gentlemen, fire up your DVD players, and let's watch: Foreverware!
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It's St Swithin's Day! According to folklore, the weather on this date will decide if the UK has forty days of rain or sunshine. How about some works themed around Eerie's favourite weatherman, only sentient tornado, or sash-wearing weather goddess?
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The keening wail was coming from everywhere, or else it came from nowhere, or perhaps it only came from inside his own head.

Marshall Teller ground his teeth together and willed himself not to throw up as the noise came again, rising in pitch and intensity before falling away, only to return louder than ever. He'd heard of the banshee, the spirit of Irish folklore that cried the death of a household before tragedy came. Could that be what was happening?

He wrenched open his bedroom door and stumbled out into the hallway, wincing in pain.

"Syndi! Please stop singing!"

Ongoing Verse: Teller Family History

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"I don't hate Brussels sprouts," said Marshall. "I don't buy them because there's better vegetables out there, but I never hated them."

"Really," said Syndi. "Because I remember seeing them wrapped in napkins and hidden in the trash multiple times when we were kids."

"Okay," said Marshall. "I hated that sometimes they stopped me from leaving the table to do more important things, but it was never personal against them. I just hated what they represented."

Farmer Ephraim Chambers surveyed the full-grown Teller siblings with baffled amusement.

"You can always choose something else," he said, gesturing at his loaded stall.


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The King of the Summer burned with the heat and light of an August afternoon, and in the little room Syndi found his presence stifling. She summoned a cool breeze that twisted about her, lifting the hair from her neck and raising little goosebumps on the exposed skin of her arms, but it didn't help much.

"Sorry," said the King of the Summer, grimacing apologetically and inadvertently dazzling her with the refracted glare of his white teeth.

"It's okay," she said, blinking rapidly and wishing she'd sat next to the Lady of the Cold instead.

Or at least, worn sunscreen.


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"It was worth a try," Marshall consoled his most trusted associate, as they wrapped the irreparably tainted kitchen table in biohazard tape and sat down to wait for the disposal team.

"I just kept thinking about that picnic your dad took us to," said Simon. "Watching it wander through all the trifles and jellies and those weird things in aspic that the Foreverware ladies made. Like it was looking for something. Looking for more of it's own kind."

"I was really hoping Syndi would take a bite of it," Marshall said, wistfully. "It would never work, though. She hates trifle."

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Ongoing Verse: Teller Family History

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Syndi Teller set a plate of sugar-dusted pastries down on her parent's kitchen table, and took a seat opposite her brother.

"Guess what," she said.

"I'm not speaking to you," said Marshall.

Syndi rolled her eyes.

"Look, I'm sorry I took your spooky Green Ribbon fanfiction about Dad's slightly awkward work friend and made it better by adding some much-needed bodice ripper elements, but I wanted to let you know," she lowered her voice, glancing around the cheerful room nervously, "You were right."

Marshall's eyes widened. "About Mr. Kermode?"

"No, idiot," said Syndi. "About the Future Homemakers of America bakesale."


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"I've been thinking about it," said Syndi, letting herself into Marshall's room uninvited and taking up space on his bed. "I don't think the new guy at Dad's office is a Headless Horseman at all."

"Really," said Marshall, in a tone intended to indicate that, since he was the expert on weird and Syndi was the expert on nothing at all that he could see, her opinion didn't matter unless she agreed with him.

"Yup," said Syndi, laying back and staring at a bedroom ceiling covered in Day-Glo stars. "I think he's afraid of starting a sex riot if he lets loose. I bet he's got an eight-pack under all those work shirts, and everywhere he goes, people fall in love with him and hound him until he has to pack up and move on. The only way he can protect himself and the people around him is by remaining buttoned up at all times."

She turned to look at her brother.

"That's my theory," she said.

"Sex riots," said Marshall flatly. "From some guy our dad's age."

"That's a disguise," said Syndi. "Like the hair-loss and bifocals."

She snickered, and Marshall scowled in realisation.

"Get out of my room."

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Marilyn Teller sat in the pre-dawn darkness of her silent kitchen, staring out the window and drinking the first of what promised to be many cups of coffee. Upstairs, the rooms once occupied by her two now-grown children sat empty, each still smelling faintly of fresh paint, windows open to let in the night air.

Her husband joined her, fingers nicked and bandaged from setting up the bunkbeds the night before, almost vibrating with excitement. Syndi would arrive some time that afternoon, twin sons in tow and giddy at the prospect of a week with their grandparents.

They couldn't wait.

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The Teller siblings stood side by side in their parent's darkened living room, a thin lace curtain pulled across the window they stared out from. In the road beyond, a single trash can lay on it's side, the remains of a Saturday night takeaway spilling onto the black asphalt.

Syndi's brow furrowed with concentration as the metal can began to shift back and forth, slowly picking up momentum as it rolled towards the nearest streetlight. Behind it, a gangling figure coated in gingery fur followed, drawn by the scent of leftover chow mein.

Marshall Teller raised his camera, and waited.

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The shadow people were gathering, tall and thin and flickering dark and dull against the merciless and hungry blue of an August afternoon. They crowded the sidewalks, pressed against the windows of local businesses, and walked across perfectly manicured lawns without leaving a single mark.

Syndi Teller, wrestling with a parasol that sagged stubbornly at half-mast, watched the slowly-moving ribbon of gloom as it streamed past her parent's sun-drenched front yard.

"Hey," she called. "Hey, weird shadow people."

One or two of them stopped and, as best she could tell, turned to face her.

Syndi grinned.

"Want to hang out?"

Ongoing Verse: Teller Family History

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"I think the new guy in Dad's office is a Headless Horseman," said Marshall, sliding into his usual seat at the breakfast table and helping himself to Syndi's perfectly browned and buttered toast.

"That's interesting," she said, snatching it back and cramming the whole slice into her mouth. "As I'm pretty sure he has a head."

"And he always wears a tie," said Marshall. "I mean, always. I saw him at the weekend wearing a t-shirt, still with the tie on."

Syndi considered this, taking a long pull of orange juice as she did so.

"Okay," she said. "Convince me."

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Marshall and Simon watched as the two men from the Eerie Art Gallery, Performance Space and Recycling Centre lashed what was left of the crumpled four-door sedan onto their flatbed. With the wreck successfully extracted from the grassy slopes that marked one of Wolf Mountain's more forgiving faces, the boys could see the deep gouge carved by the vehicles' passage where it had gone over the railings.

Simon whistled.

"Mars, check it out," he said. "Looks like there really is a phantom hitchhiker haunting this stretch of road. Looks like Syndi won't be losing her driving privileges after all."

Marshall rummaged in his backpack until he found a cheap disposable camera - no way he was wasting expensive Polaroid film trying to get his idiot sister out of trouble - and snapped a few photos showing a set of glowing ecoplastic footprints in the curve of the road just ahead of where the driver lost control.

"I wonder why the ghost's never appeared to us," he mused, prompting a strange look from his most trusted associate.

"She probably doesn't want to hitch a ride on our handlebars," he said.

Marshall sighed.

"True," he said. "I guess bikes aren't that great for haunting."

Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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In the vast expanse of human experience, there most likely existed several things better-tasting than reheated slices of yesterday's pizza. Certainly there existed things with more nutritional value, some of which sat even now in the very same refrigerator that held a rapidly diminishing quantity of Mister Zip's Saturday Night Special Stuffed Crust.

Still, in this moment Syndi was unable to name a single one of them. The night was over, dawn was just peeking over the humped and turreted back of City Hall, and they had all survived. The microwave beeped, and the Ladies, tired but victorious, drew closer.


Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be

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Ongoing Verse: Teller Family History

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Eerie, Indiana/Gortimer Gibbon's Life on Normal Street

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Smooth jazz was playing from the loudspeakers mounted atop tall poles all across Eerie, and in the climate-controlled and lightning-proof vault beneath WERD-TV, Weatherman Wally was panicking.

"Are you sure you didn't summon something?" he asked, for at least the third time since she'd arrived.

Syndi Teller smoothed down the puffy blue-grey skirts of her Miss Tornado Day outfit, hastily retrieved from the back of her closet when the summons came.

"No," she said, taking a deep breath that raised tiny zephyrs even in the sealed room. "I don't even like jazz. Whatever's haunting the warning sirens, it isn't me."

Ongoing Verse: Teller Family History

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The corn maze towered above them, the entrance dark and shadowed and lorded over by a great scarecrow who seemed sometimes to have too many limbs and always to have too many teeth.

"Looks good, right boys?" Edgar enthused.

Marshall and Simon considered. The scarecrow, perhaps moved by some stray gust of wind, turned it's sagging and sackcloth face towards them and smiled a wide and nicotine-yellow smile.

"Great," said Marshall.

"Great," echoed Simon.

Syndi, resplendent in autumn colours and her hair teased into the consistency of straw beneath a broad-brimmed hat, scoffed.

"Still scared of the Wizard of Oz?"

Ongoing Verse: Teller Family History

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Ongoing Verse: Harvest

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Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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Strength in Your Soil (6317 words) by flashforeward
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Eerie Indiana
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Syndi Teller & Marshall Teller, Simon Holmes & Marshall Teller, Syndi Teller & Marshall Teller & Simon Holmes
Characters: Syndi Teller, Marshall Teller, Simon Holmes, Marilyn Teller, Edgar Teller
Additional Tags: Magic, Minor Violence, Blood, Semi-Sentient Book, Violent Plants
Summary:

A grounded Syndi decides to turn the backyard into a garden unlike any her family has ever seen. She succeeds, just...not how she intended.

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