#egon spengler rp

[spenglerslabcoat]

𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬...

GENERAL:

• Admin is over 18

• Multiship / Multiverse

• Banter and literate rp welcome

• Flirting is welcome

• Rude interactions / mean responses / etc allowed

CHARACTER INTERACTIONS:

• Ships with chemistry

• Friendships open for discussion

• OCs welcome

Follows from @gh0st-busted (Ghostbusters OC rp account)

Playlist:

Admin's personal: @engiespengie

[egonspenglerectoplasm]

Who ya gonna call?

[pythonmelon]

A monster themed RP game I spent a lot of time in between 2016-2022 is closing, so I wanted to redraw all the characters I played there over the years- I met a lot of cool people through it, made a lot of longterm friends and learned a lot.

[daylennemelendez]

Imagine the Ghostbusters and the X-Men joining forces.

[eleanorramis-akroyd]

Come join the Ghostbusters Discord server! On here we have important discussions from fan theories to stuff about Dan akroyd and Harold ramis! If you’re ingerested, come along!!

[ask-wilbur-duncan]

what even is a crunch bar and why is egon addicted to them? i'm too british for this shit lol

[quite-a-fungi]

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 Hello, I'm Egon. Egon Spengler, member of the Ghostbusters. My coworkers include @doctor-ray-stantz , and the others (Peter Venkman and Winston Zeddemore) are yet to make accounts.

I use He/Him pronouns, although I've been thinking about others. Give that some time.

Feel free to ask me about fungi and molds, I'd love to talk about them. I'll also discuss recent catches, though I find them harder to talk about.

Ask game ^^. (on hold at the moment, please)

[admin under cut!]

....so elijah (he/it) #10 BABY we've hit double digits.

here's my hcs for Egon and how I'll (eventually..when he's not repressed..) play him!! :

Trans ftm, demisexual, bisexual he/it pronouns, and this boy can pack so much autism in him. OH and polyam

Any asks are welcome but he's highly unlikely to accept LMAO also he's awkward as hell and very straight forward 😭

OH special interest in mushrooms, mold, etc. (admin has one too) so feel free to ask.

special interest tag: #> 𓍊𓋼 fungi

photography tag: #> my photography

ANYWAYS. enjoy :3 blinkie is mine btw!

[canadianhottmess]

Gnawing at my walls. I just wanna janegon rp. Is that too much to ask for.

[melnitz-speaking]

Ah. Janine just wanted to check in. I’ve got everything ready to do those tests we talked about. Sorry it took me so long to get ready. Ghost and other things started to pile up. - @egonspengler-askme-anything

Oh! Yes. We can still do those test. Tho I'm truely unsure what they are supposed to do?

[spenglerslabcoat]

I know what you did to that slime

The psychomagnotheric slime? Ray and I conducted experiments to determine it's origin and properties, I don't see the issue.

[egonspenglerectoplasm]

The real Ghostbusters / edit 👻

[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!!!

[daylennemelendez]

Here's the third version of the Young Ghostbusters vs. Midnight Suns poster.

[eleanorramis-akroyd]

Do you like ghostbusters? YOU DO?? COME JOIN THE FREAKBUSTERS! we have amazing content and memes, and we also have great conversations on important ghostbusters topics like, “where did they get all the positively charged mood slime in the end of GB2?” COME TODAY, BECAUSE WE’RE READY TO BELIEVE YOU!!

[ask-wilbur-duncan]

If you could swap lives with one of your friends for a day, what friend would it be and why?-🧽

egon. first of all, i'd like to know what it's like to be tall. and i want to know what it's like for the ghostbusters to actually like me as a friend and want me around, yk? it'd be nice

[egonspengler-1]

A Tear in the Diaphanous Veil

See Previous Installment

@venkman-and-rookie

{Unrelenting nightmares continued to roil in a not-unconscious mind. The onslaught tore from within. But emotion was far from some alien thing. It was just an irrelevant thing, usually. A cause for bias. It propagated error. But what was there, here, in this space between spaces, this pocket of something in the yawning void? Was there truth here? How could there be?}

No, Ray, I would never...!

{What there was here was abberation. It was like a sound that grated on the nerves, fingernails on chalkboard, the high whine of a fragment of metal caught in an engine, an utter cacophony of discordant notes. Only, it was far more silent than death itself. The grinding engines of the multiverse were all around, and here, were eddies of reality, crashing against this pocket. Felt, in juddering fits and starts, but never heard.}

These are only shadows. These things I see aren't real. But why does it feel so real? Why do I ache like this? Why does it feel like I've already lost everything, when....

I'm here.

{Brown eyes set below strong brows, behind wire-rimmed lenses, bleared open. A smear of bluish luminescence pervaded all around.}

Perhaps it's because I'm here. This creature wants me to suffer. These are its distractions - to me, to...my colleagues.

No. To my friends.

And...my family.....or was that a shadow, too...?

{Memories played out years of patterns and cycles, steady and familiar. Real. But no less unpleasant.}

I suppose they have their reasons to react this way to these shadows.

I want the truth.

{The Mother Mothel replied in what might have been mistaken for a sneer.}

Do you? What an odd creature you are. Your kind isn't exactly partial to the truth, is it?

That all depends on what you mean by my "kind." Or did you think we were all alike? If you wanted to take someone who trades in deception the way you do, then you chose poorly when you took me.

The truth.

{The blue luminescence flickered into darker shades.}

How dare you?

Easily.

{Enraged, the Mother Mothel hovered overhead, wings beating madly, then darted around the pocket in reality, caroming off unseen walls in puffs of glowing blue powder.}

I have met entities more threatening than you. More powerful. I am not impressed with you.

{The howl of rage that erupted from the Mother Mothel was all the terrible sounds of abberation that had gone so far felt, but unheard. The silence lifted to its deafening roar.}

I don't need to impress you! You are nothing but a fragile creature, plucked from the the thin slime of mortal existence on a damp rock hurtling through space around a mediocre star!

{There might have been something a little unsettling in the wry smirk that slowly spread across Egon's lips, if the Mother Mothel had understood such expressions.}

Obviously. Somehow, that doesn't seem to be stopping you from trying, nevertheless.

Fine. Shadows don't hurt you, odd creature that you are. So, perhaps the truth you claim to want, will. With you, came friction. It was easy to make them look the other way - to lose you and not even bother to come looking for you. But, without you, look how they stumble! See how this one tries to fight the Rising Darkness in your place, thinking you will never speak to him again.

...Russell...?

How easy it was to make him believe that the two of you had argued! It wasn't the first time. Do you think he really stands a chance?! It was harder with your friends, but it was still possible. You made it easy. Now, watch your world crumble and fall!

{Egon's brow furrowed in thought. This sight of his grandfather and his cousins, Mort and Russell, in a battle against a powerful demon which passed before him, as if through a window, could still be the Mother Mothel's deception. His soldier-boy cousin didn't have a scar down the side of his face...did he? It certainly made a weird lie, but a believable truth. There was really only one way to know for sure, and that meant getting out of this un-place, and back home again. But as his captor spoke those final words, he slowly turned his head to face the creature. Such hubris. What absolute, staggering chutzpah! She was starting to sound like a bad comic book villain. But, the insults didn't add up. The Mother Mothel spoke to him as if he really were important, and a key factor in battling this so-called Rising Darkness. It didn't matter. He was important to the people in his life who cared about him, and it was time he showed them that they mattered to him, too. Egon squared his shoulders.}

I don't take orders - least of all from you.

I'm going home.

{The ambient blue luminescence flickered like a bad fluorescent tube before collapsing into a dull glow, as if the area were bathed in blacklight. The creature flapped away, confused, and huddled as far away from Egon as she could get. The pocket of space shuddered as if shaken by a sonic boom. As it fell still again, the blue luminescence returned, but the Mother Mothel stayed where she was. Egon looked around.}

What was that?