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“No,” said Dash. His pale hair was plastered to his face, the dripping ends turning slate grey beneath the downpour. Around his feet, a pool of rainwater was streaked with whorls of darkness where the black dye from his coat had run.

Marshall let out an exasperated sigh that blew his own sodden bangs from his rain-streaked forehead.

“Are you seriously going to catch pneumonia just so you can try to look cool?” Marshall demanded.

Dash said nothing, but his scowl deepened, black eye brows drawing tighter together in a frown that was visible even through the driving rain. Marshall frowned back.

“Look, stop being an idiot and put it on!” he snapped, shoving the rustling, rain-beaded bundle towards Dash’s chest. Dash smacked it away, stepping back and shaking his hand like someone whose fingers had just grazed something distasteful.

For a moment, Marshall felt sure that Dash was going to wipe his hands on the soaked and streaming front of his trench-coat. He felt equally sure that, if that happened, he would throw something at Dash's head.

“It’s blue,” said Dash, spitting out the word as if it were poison.

The crumpled mass currently bunched in Marshall’s white-knuckled fist was, indeed, blue. A bright and vibrant shade of cobalt blue, with cheery yellow safety strips that gleamed in the reflected headlights of passing cars.

“So?” said Marshall. “What’s wrong with blue? I wear blue. I’m wearing blue right now. I’m wearing this same exact jacket.”

“Exactly,” said Dash. “It’s the same as yours. It’s like a stupid uniform for the world’s lamest club. I’m not wandering around looking like I'm part of a team building exercise for losers gone insane from loserdom.”

His voice was shaking. Rain water dripped from the nape of his neck, darkening the deep red of his shirt collar, and he shivered despite himself.

“My mom bought it for you,” said Marshall, going straight for the nuclear option.

Dash snatched the raincoat from his outstretched hand.

“Just give me that thing,” he said.





Microwave-verse

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Gingerbread by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which there is a witch in the Eerie Woods

Leaves by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which plantlife finds Marshall entirely too enticing

Offspring by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which there are dragons

Based on Your Previous Purchases by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Mars should really pay attention to Amazon's reccomendations

Housework by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which a rota cannot be agreed upon

Breakfast by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Dash's attempts at cookery do not go well

Ghost in the Machine by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which a new laptop opens an old wound

Consequences by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which an encounter with leprechauns leaves the boys very tired indeed

The Microwave by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Andrea Fantucci returns to Eerie after a considerable absense

The Eldritch Abomination in the Room by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which the microwave is most definitely not discussed

Basic Household Maintenance by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which manticores are inconsiderate houseguests

Torrential by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which there is a storm, and the boys eat ice-cream

Linens by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Dash X makes a bed

Night Music by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Simon is woken by a nocturnal visitor

In For The Night by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Dash refuses to leave the house

Hound by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Simon makes a friend

Errands by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Simon has a to-do list

Waterlogged by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Eerie experiences heavy rainfall

Wildlife by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Simon and Marshall go to the beach

Rainbow by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Dash fails to properly appreciate Michael Flatley

Jackolantern by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which the local pumpkin patch has a problem

Date: 2017-09-20 01:31 am (UTC)
deifire: (dash in library (slinkhard))
From: [personal profile] deifire
Awww...I will always love the outcome of Marilyn's interference in Dash's life. <3

Also, as a Leonard Cohen fan, the fact that it's a blue raincoat fills me with joy.


As the person who spent way too much in-game money because I Could Not Deal with even my Pokemon GO avatars wearing too much color, I gotta sympathize with Dash here.

Date: 2017-09-20 08:35 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] deifire
That's the same thing with the Team Instinct clothes! Your default choices are giant bee or wearing someone else's colors.

At least I know I'm not alone. I was in a raid group the other day where all of us were talking about how much we spent on customizing our avatars' wardrobes. Including the guy who really wants to wear the pink and red and yellow pants, but not quite enough to play as the "girl" style avatar, which is the only menu on which they're available. Whereas I body swap all the time in this stupid game making clothes buying extra expensive, but refuse to run around in anything but black pants, even in pixelated form.

Date: 2017-09-20 02:16 pm (UTC)
evilinsanemonkey: (Default)
From: [personal profile] evilinsanemonkey
ahahahahahahahaha I love Dash not wanting to look like he's wearing a uniform.

followed so closely by Marilyn Teller's influence ♥

this is so great. it's both hilarious and full of feels.

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