#EgonSpengler

[sayaki-kiramoto]

Here i am again my dear friends! :3

This time i brought you another EgonxSara Picture i thought about while i was working on my last one.

On the last Artwork, Sara worn this alternate outfit which gave her a extremly witchy-like look.~ And i start to thought about how it would be, if Sara would rly be a Sorceres,aye! and that was the moment where this picture was born in my mind! xD'

Because; if i would draw Sara as a Sorceres, i would draw her as the most coolest Sorceres of all, and this is (without a doubt!) Artemisia/Ultimecia from 'Final Fantasy VIII'!

(Personally, I prefer Adell more, but Sara hasnt the right Body-Typ to be a good Adell. xD')

There is no Special Story behind that Picture, but as you can see, Sara is about to chose her Sorceres Knight, and its not a surprise that this will be Egon.|DD' (I guess he would do it if she would just ask nicely, but, well, if you can use Magic..|DD' And it looks super cool btw! xD' )

First, this was planed as my Halloween Picture for this year, but than i got another good idea for this Day so..stay tuned! more is coming. ;3

[therealziggykatz]

Cómo acabé siendo un Ghostbuster - El recuentro (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1403399900-c%C3%B3mo-acab%C3%A9-siendo-un-ghostbuster-el-recuentro?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Soupolfhard&wp_originator=m3tQ2%2Byin0qWw16mto5y1R1EM8QtJBWPQE5Cpx1ZvdYnvR9B%2FodoOKTa2pu3ZpqlH2Drmxh02jbV9rMVQ6s9HCJ6TqYqWX86Q8J0i7uiMaAYWi%2Bgoifel5P73WwZvWlj Hace una semana que la familia de Trevor fueron desahuciados. Justo entonces su madre heredó unas tierras en Summerville, Oklahoma. ¿Podría ser que no fuera una coincidencia? Tal vez todo estaba planeado de modo que descubriera su vinculo con los Ghostbuster originales.

[johndibiase]

This one’s been slow going but is a total labor of love… cuz I’m a dork and I love these guys. 🤗 I’m drawing this with colored pencils freehand. Not done yet, but hopefully soon! #ghostbusters #egonspengler #petervenkman #winstonzeddemore #erniehudson #billmurray #raystantz #danaykroyd #inspiration #art #artist #artwork #protonpack #haroldramis #artistsofinstagram #newyork #gallery #draw #drawing #freehand #coloredpencil #instaart #pencil #pencils #prismacolor #pencildrawing #fanart #workinprogress #artistic #jjdart @therealdanaykroyd @erniehudsonofficial https://www.instagram.com/p/CqBKpUuOSLu/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[westovergallery-blog]

Three new releases bringing retro 80 and 90s back to the forefront of the art works. Available to order now, who you gonna call? Westover Gallery 01202 297682 of course . . . . #ghostbusters #ecto #ghostbustersafterlife #slimer #ghost #whoyougonnacall #s #billmurray #protonpack #staypuft #whoyagonnacall #ghostbuster #egonspengler #therealghostbusters #ghosts #halloween #gb #petervenkman #danaykroyd #cosplay #realghostbusters #haroldramis #paranormal #venkman #toys #raystantz #winstonzeddemore #ghostcorps #cazafantasmas #ghostheads (at United Kingdom) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpFgE6rIvhE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[raurquiz]

#remembering #haroldramis #actor #comedian #director #EgonSpengler #Ghostbusters #Ghostbusters2 #Caddyshack #Stripes #NationalLampoonsVacation #BacktoSchool #BabyBoom #GroundhogDay #Airheads #AnalyzeThis #Bedazzled #AsGoodasItGets #TheIceHarvest #TheLastKiss #YearOne

[spenglr-bts]

First off: hi! I’m the guy who runs things. And by “things”, I mean @ask-egonspengler.

As a rule, I stay anonymous and don’t speak on Egon’s blog to preserve the illusion that it’s him speaking. However, I’ve seen my fair share of RP blogs implode and/or go ass over teakettle because the guy writing it didn’t want to play nice with others and speak openly about boundaries.

So this blog is my solution to maintaining both anonymity and communication.

Here you’ll find necessary announcements and unnecessary shitposts. Egon will reblog all relevant ooc announcements, so don’t worry about following this blog if you don’t want to do so.

Feel free to reach out directly to me with comments, questions, and concerns. And if you forget the url, it’s listed in Egon’s pinned post.

Stay groovy and play nice, kiddos. 👍

[melnitz-speaking]

Has egon ever mentioned a Callie?

No? Who's that, how would you know that?

@ask-egonspengler should I know this?

[ask-peter-venkman]

venkman i hate to break it to you: egon is the hottest out of all four of you ghostbusters (winston being a close second)

I-, uh,…What?! Apart from the fact that I‘m offended you can’t see my obvious handsomeness, why Egon. Like what do you see in him? Like, just no-

@ask-egonspengler you‘ve got people who find you hot, did you know that?

Still, what the-?

[3lix13]

Scratched this out before midnite and threw some digital slop over top to celebrate my favorite holiday with two of my most favorite films as a youngster. Just learned that there is a 'Ghostbusters: The Video Game' that Aykroyd says is "essentially the third movie"? Gotta get my hands on that...

 #Ghostbusters #IvanReitman #study #DanAykroyd #HaroldRamis #BillMurray #ErnieHudson #Zuul #PeterVenkman #sketchbook #sketch #RayStantz #EgonSpengler #pencil #pencilandpaper #Halloween2023 #scratches #drawing #Slimer #ProtonPack #DigitalInk #WinstonZeddemore #digitalpaint #StayPuftMarshmallowMan #VigoTheCarpathian #digitalpainting

[n30n-le0n]

You know what, fine. Fine. I’m gonna let the actual genuine scientist put this to rest and then you’ll be sorry.

@dr-egonspengler, get your ass in here.

Tell them that pineapple is just supposed to be zesty and that I’m not allergic to it.

[venkman-and-rookie]

[ @egonspengler-1 ]

(Rookie): Hmm hm hmm~

*The Rookie, with towel in hand opens the bathroom door and pulls back the shower curtain. To her horror, a variety of colorful molds have begun to grow all over the floor and drain, with the suspect of such a mess being some fungus samples having fallen onto the floor and broken.*

(Rookie): EGON!!!

[soyrapido]

The Real Ghostbusters Fright Features Egon Spengler #egonspengler #ghostbusters #therealghostbusters #frightfeatures #kenner #hasbro #toyphotography #toycollection #actionfigures

[goz4h-da-goz3r14n]

[Perhaps they had stayed away for too long. Perhaps in an effort to give the spectacled one space enough to deal with his emotions, Gozer had instead let it go far too long without apologizing, and now it was too late to properly mend the relationship between them. Not to mention that the scientist was...well. A tough nut to crack in terms of emotional response, that was for sure. That was a trait that had been consistent across all the timelines that they had observed the Ghostbusters within, and they were not naïve enough to think that offering an apology to Egon would be easy in any sense of the term.

Or perhaps it would be. Perhaps they could just march right in to that dimension's firehouse, offer a gift, say that it would never happen again, and--

Oh, who were they kidding. This was likely going to be excruciating. But they supposed that they would just have to swallow their pride-for once-bite the bullet, and stop trying to avoid the entire situation in order to at least make an attempt to make up for their behavior all those months ago.

Patting the hellhound-which they still had yet to name-upon the head, Gozer uttered soft words to it, their expression uncharacteristically pinched with worry.]

I will return, little one. Hopefully. If the spectacled one does not decide to smite me where I stand. Stay here.

[Stepping through the portal to that particular dimension a moment later, Gozer exhaled as it closed behind them, leaving them within a rather disconcertingly darkened firehouse with only a faint whiff of ozone to signal that it had ever been there in the first place.

And now they were alone. Completely at the mercy of the building's inhabitants. And Gozer was not foolish enough to believe that Egon had not gone to his friends and coworkers for comfort after all the nasty things they had said, and that they did not know about their monstrous nature in turn. They would likely not be pleased to see the Sumerian god there. If anything, Gozer half-expected to immediately be blasted with those thrice-damned proton streams once they turned the corner-

Calm. Stay calm. Size up the situation first, and then decide on a course of action from there. They could do that. Seeing as they had popped into physicality within the lab again, they could at least look around and see if there was anything that they might be able to repair as a symbol of good will, anything that might happen to show that they meant no harm.

Small samplings of different fungi. Interesting, but not particularly helpful. Blinking lights on various different machines, the meaning of which Gozer couldn't possibly hope to decipher. Various texts laid out on one table, which the god looked over with a semi-critical eye, noting the rather disorganized nature of the work station. Should they attempt to clean it, or...no. These humans liked to have things in what they perceived as order, and trying to meddle with that would be seen as bothersome. Perhaps they could...hmm. There were slides with samples on them that still needed to be identified. Perhaps they could use the reference guides and label them for the scientist, and that way it could be proven that they meant no ill will in their presence there.

They stepped towards the table for a moment, reaching one clawed hand out to flip through the pages--and then froze at the sound of footsteps, immediately straightening into a ram-rod stiff posture, red eyes glowing in the darkness and having the unfortunate side effect of making them look rather ominous as they stood there.

A beat of silence. Then an awkward wave.]

Errm. Greetings.

@dr-egonspengler

[raystxntz]

[God, but it had been a long day. Ray couldn't wait to finally settle back into bed and get some shut-eye, after all of that.

They'd busted....he couldn't even remember the particulars right now. Some kind of witchcraft tomfoolery? Granted, it wasn't as though Raymond had something against practicioners of the art. He'd had plenty of practicing Wicca coming to his shop looking for reference materials or supplies, and Ray generally found them to be engaging folk to converse with, even though he had found the practice just not for him after a short period of trying it out in his high school years. But this person had been attempting to turn civilians into animals, conjuring storms, and generally wreaking havoc with a variety of potions and gizmos, and...well, they hadn't been able to determine with any certainty whether or not what he was using was actually magic or just some very convenient scientific doohickies, but they'd apprehended him and confiscated most of his materials anyway.

From there, it had been a long three or four hours of meticulously cataloguing everything, trying their best to determine what the effects of everything were. Some, they'd filed away as a lost cause. Most had harmless effects. Quite a few had had to be discarded entirely. But it had been a somewhat exhausting process, and it was all Ray could do to keep his eyes open as he stretched the kinks out of his muscles and leaned over the work desk.

Maybe a quick drink of water before bed would suit him just fine. This had been unusually thirsty work, after all.

Ray reached for what he thought was the flask of water that he'd kept nearby, taking a hearty swig of it and wincing as an usually peppery taste danced across his taste buds--

Before suddenly realizing he hadn't grabbed the water. He'd grabbed the one vial that had seemingly had little to no effect when they ran it through tests. The one resembling a cat's eye in shape and color.]

Oh no.

[That was all he could let out before the sudden, searing pain overtook him. It burned. Everything burned, like he'd suddenly been dipped in a vat of acid, and his body seemed to be stretching and contorting before his very eyes, and he tried to stumble for the door but it was like he suddenly couldn't find his balance and it hurt it hurt so much , so this was how he was going to die, because he'd been stupid enough to not check what he was drinking before he drank it, and now his skin prickled all over like he'd run into a cactus and he was sure he was screaming except he seemingly couldn't get air into his lungs anymore and it hurt it hurt it hurt--

Almost as suddenly as it had begun, the pain stopped. Ray slowly lifted his head from his prostate position on the floor, blinking owlishly, wondering if perhaps he'd just been hallucinating and everything was fine---

Only to realize that the surface of the work table was now significantly higher and further away than it had been a few moments before. And that he was sitting in a pile of his own clothes. And that there were paws coated in fur when he looked down instead of the usual hands. And that he felt strangely like walking on all fours and--

He bolted for the nearest reflective surface almost instinctively--only to immediately flinch back when the form of a brown and white cat came into view instead of the usual human form, ears flattening against his head in displeasure and fright as he tried to scream but instead let loose a loud yowl that was sure to cut through the quiet atmosphere of the firehouse.] myyyYYYYEOW!

@dr-egonspengler