Musical Mondays

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It's Monday, the start of the working week. To counter-act the post-weekend blues, cheer yourself up with Radio Weird: Songs of Eerie. Whether you're checking out some of eviinsanemonkey's amazing filks, or taking up deifire's awesome recommendations for Eerie-centric listening, or creating a musical fanwork of your very own, share your thoughts, and your favourites, in the comments!

( Stabbity Steve: a Murder Ballad by Eviinsanemonkey )

( After Wolf Mountain: a Filk by Eviinsanemonkey )

( Pay Attention: a Filk by Eviinsanemonkey )

( Krampus: an Eerie Christmas Poem by Eviinsanemonkey )

( Moo! A World o' Stuff advertising jingle by Eviinsanemonkey )

( Bigfoot Stole My Mail: a Musical by Owen Neil )

( Eerie, Indiana fanvids by Roseveare )

( Weird Science (Don't Leave My Arms): an Eerie, Indiana Melanie/Devon/Marshall fanvid by Current Joys )

Jackalope, Jersey Devil and Mothman print by Lydia Paige

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I love how non-plussed the Jersey Devil is.

Eerie, Indiana glow in the dark necklace from Soozy's Craftorium

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I wonder if they'd be up for making a Z Nation version...

Mike K is a good friend...

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EERIE INDIANA. Full Series DVD. I used to love this show as a kid and I still love it! Sent a copy of this to @the.king.of.arthur.

Eerie, Indiana fanfiction: Dishonoured

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Sequel to Cake Day.

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( Read the rest of the Janet series here )

Eerie, Indiana: Leisurewear

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( Read the rest of the Microwave verse )

Eerie, Indiana double drabble: Visiting Santa

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"Come visit Santa in his grotto!" said the sign. Hollow-eyed elves, their green tunics stained with blood and dirt, corralled the waiting crowd into small pens fashioned from rough-hewn logs. The entrance to the grotto was decoratively ringed with bones and the copper-smelling skins of small dead things. Beyond the grisly archway, the interior of the cave lay in darkness.

Simon and Marshall stood at the edge of the heaving mass of Christmas shoppers, their breath pluming in the frosty air. Simon rubbed his mittened hands together and stamped his feet to keep warm. Marshall tugged his thick woollen scarf further up over his face, covering his mouth and nose.

From inside the grotto came noises, wet and crunchy at the same time, the too-familiar sound of bones breaking within a shell of still-living meat. Something screamed, high and shrill and diminishing into a choking gurgle that cut off abruptly. The elves exchanged worried glances, murmuring to each other and casting apprehensive glances towards the grotto.

Marshall tipped his head back, directing a long drawn-out groan to the sky that hung above him, midnight blue and studded with stars.

"Hurry up, Harley," he moaned. "It's freezing out here."

Simon nodded.

( Read the rest of the Holme Brothers series here )

( Read the rest of the Trusted Associates series here )

( Read the rest of the Christmas series here )