#ecto-fungus

[papiliomame]

Space Adventure

I was thinking about space lately and also about @lexosaurus amazing crossoverfic The Phantom Martian (The Martian x DP).

After re-reading it I was inspired to paint something. No idea how it ends but I imagined an alternate timeline/universe in which Danny and Mark are saved, everyone accepts Danny and Danny is invited to spend some time on the ISS with Mark like a real astronaut!

Mark shows some experiments with ectoplasm in zero gravity for the audience on earth to see and Danny treats himself to an ecto-spores-snack.

I used the movie as a reference for Mark's look this time.

#danny phantom #fanfiction fanart #the martian x dp #the phantom martian #danny fenton #mark watney #ecto-fungus #little baby man #space #space station #my art #digital illustration

[notquitecanon]

Tell 'em bout the Twinkie // Dr. Egon Spengler x extroverted!Reader

Summary: Egon takes care of you after a long night on the town with the other Ghostbusters. While somethings are always the same, you surprise him yet again.

I found this hand written in a notebook from two years ago while I was cleaning so I figured id type it up and post it since there wasn't much new stuff in the tag. Dinner is served.

Warnings: alcohol use, drunk reader, sober Egon (obvi), descriptions of scraped knees and cut hands, blood mention, and first aid. Lots and lots and lots of fluff. Possible cringe. shameless use of Twinkie as an emotional allegory

Dr. Egon Spengler was enjoying a rare night of quiet in the firehouse. Janine had scheduled the whole week around the entire group being free tonight. Peter had insisted a little R&R was due in spades. And for Egon that meant spending a quiet night in, lackadaisically charting his mold and fungus, and catching up on relevant literature at his leisure. 

But for the rest of the Ghostbusters staff, it meant going out to a nearby bar for drinks and music. That included you, the Ghostbusters resident research analyst (as you were listed on their payroll). 

You had been hesitant to leave Egon alone, especially on one of the few nights you wren’t working to the wee hours of the morning or having dinner interrupted by what Winston had dubbed the "bust alarm". Still, the scientist encouraged you to join the others, knowing deep down you wanted to go. 

One of the many reasons he admired you was your easy and outgoing nature, your desire to be out in the world. Due to his introverted and nose in his book habits (even worse when he was in college), your extroverted demeanor was probably the only reason you had managed to befriend him. And because he admired it and profoundly enjoyed your company, he never Egon ever wanted to be the reason you didn’t do the things you wanted to. 

However, that didn’t mean he had the slightest inclination to join you in a Friday night crowded bar: packed with sweaty people he didn’t want to touch, drinks he didn’t want to drink, loud music he didn’t want to hear, smoky air he didn’t want to breath, and sticky countertops he didn’t want to sit at. And that’s just the reasons he got out before Peter gave up trying to convince him. 

So, he was content to gently push you towards the door with the assured promise he’d be happily waiting with for your return with leftover takeout- both of your favorite ways to end a late night since meeting each other as Grad Students. Nothing better than cold noodles after coming home little drunker than you meant to- and well, Egon didn’t drink but did enjoy an excuse for a late night snack (and an excuse to be close to you).

And with the firehouse still and quiet, Egon was enthused, seeing how ectoplasm interacted and affected the growth of his molds, making mental notes to show you. 

Aspergillums wouldn’t grow at all, actively decaying at ectoplasmic contact. Cladosporium both grew and decayed erratically with Ecto contact, creating a cascading starburst affect. Alternaria first grew at unprecedented rates but wouldn’t produce spores. Penicillin frew at normal rates but produced an odd smell. Fusarium grew rapidly and abundantly at first but died off just as rapidly. 

"Spengie!" A recklessly loud shout, Peter no doubt, echoed from the main entrance, "You gotta marry this girl!” 

And thus his quiet night was suddenly over- con. But it meant you were home- pro! Venkman's shout was accompanied by the sound of quick footwork stomping and scuffing above him, and Egon could imagine him doing a little spin around the fire pole. It was Winston’s voice that following in scolding. 

"Peter if you don’t shut the hell up, I will leave you at the bottom of the stairs for the night. We both know you won’t make it up by yourself.” His voice was a warning, but Venkman’s voice was cheeky. 

"After all we’ve been through, Zeddemore?” 

"Especially after all we’ve been through.” 

Egon smirked at his friend’s antics, shaking his head as he removed the Trichoderma slide from the microscope, encapsulated it, labeled it, and sorted it into his hobby file base. A well practiced move as a set of footsteps clunked down the stairs to him. His eyebrows twitched. 

Those weren’t your footsteps. 

And while he loved his friends dearly, they had gotten your company and attention all night. Despite his insistence on your outing, he was feeling uncharacteristically territorial about his night time traditions with you. 

"I’d knock but I don’t have a hand." Ray’s voice called out, sounding three quarters of the way down, chipper tone underplayed by a touch of strain. His steps were unaccompanied and you hadn’t called out to him yet- not even a good night. Had you decided to skip takeout all together in favore of crashing on the upstairs couch? If anything, the couch he had in the basement would be better for your REM cycle. Not to mention Egon was also in the basement.

Nonetheless, Egon answered, inviting him into the lab as he rose from his work stool. Finally, Ray turned the corner, silently answering all the scientist’s questions. Because there you were, wrapped around Ray’s back like a proton pack, your own jacket hanging behind the both of you like a cape, your purse on Ray’s shoulder, and shamefully useless shoes in his hand. Rays arms looped under your lax knees, and your arms were loosely around his neck like the worlds drunkest scarf. Meanwhile, your face had tucked into Ray’s neck, between your arm and his collar, now smudged with your lipstick. 

There was a momentary flash of jealousy until it was squashed by Egon’s sudden attention to your knees. He tensed, seeing a patch of blood on both knees, staining ripped tights and dripping to your ankles. There was a more subtle smudge of injury on both of your palms. 

"What happened?" Egon’s voice was clipped, zeroing in on your wounds as he crossed the lab, suddenly much more worried that you hadn’t even twitched. You were breathing deeply, but hand’t made a sound…

Ray had been expecting this reaction and kept a calm face, "Just took a little tumble, Spengler, see?” 

With that, he shook one of the arms holding your legs, jostling you enough to rouse you a little. Without looking up, one of your bloody hands weakly formed a thumbs up before going limp again. Egon looked between your hand and Ray’s face in a mix of disbelief, worry, and irritation. Stantz swallowed thickly, shifting from foot to foot under his friend’s discerning gaze. 

"That didn’t answer my question, Raymond.”

It only took one more cold look for Ray to start rambling the truth.

"Awww, don’t Raymond me, Spengs, it was all Peter’s fault, honest! It was like graduation weekend all over again. Venkman wanted a rematch, and, you know, (Y/N) had just enough to drink that she was feeling competitive. They agreed to the same stakes as last time and since you weren’t there (Y/N) placed a bet on your behalf." Ray explained quickly, not managing to hide his happy smile as he moved to gingerly deposit you on the couch. Egon was following like a shadow, taking great care to keep your head from falling back uncomfortably. Graduation Weekend had been the last time you had been carried home like this, only Egon had done the carrying that weekend, after going shot-for-shot with Venkman. After that and the subsequent hangover, you had vowed to 'grow up' and never get too drunk to walk for yourself. Until tonight apparently, Egon mused, brushing some hair out of the dried sweat on your forehead and noting your breathing, heavy but shallow. Not unusual after alcohol consumption. As Ray unlatched your knee from his hip, he perked up, "On the bright side, Peter’s cleaning the soot out of the Proton packs’ exhaust vents for a month! Lost on a technicality.”

"Hmmm." Egon hummed, adjusting you into a more comfortable sitting position as you slowly started to wake up, "Get the first aid kit for me?” 

"Sure thing." 

Egon watched your slow, scrunched blinks and how you slowly lifted your head to look at him, squinting before deadpanning until the blurry shape came into focus. It was hard to be irritated with you when your flushed face broke out into an unabated, silly grin, half lidded eyes brightening as you called in sleepy excitement, "Egon!" 

Spengler took the opportunity to analyze the dilation of your pupils-  glassy and dilated, but responsive. Good. He offered you a dry smile to appease you as Ray put the first aid kit beside you. In his other hand were three bottle- another college tradition. A non-FDA approved electrolyte and mineral enriched drink, formulated by Egon when he lived with Peter who was insufferable when hungover. Venkman called it "Liquid Rewind" and begged Egon to patent and copy right it, only after convincing him to add flavoring to mask the terribly bitter taste. 

Spengler nodded a thank you as he plucked the red one from Ray’s hand, giving it to you. Ray watched you pressed the chilled bottle against your warm cheek. This left the already opened grape to Ray who sported a purple ring around his mouth and orange for Peter. 

"Egon, red is Pete’s favorite." Ray pointed out as Egon started unpacking the first aid kit.

"I know." 

"He hates orange." Ray reminded him. 

"I know." 

Ray nodded slowly, he knew how petty Egon could be when he was irritated, and he didn’t plan to attract the scientist’s wrath. Instead, he cheerfully patted Egon’s shoulder and moved towards the staircase, "Alrighty then, she’s all yours now. G’nite, Spengs." 

"Goodnight, Ray. Thanks for getting her home.”

"Well, she sure didn’t make it easy. For a research analyst, she’s pretty slippery." Ray laughed, mostly to himself as he shuffled up the stairs most likely to the bunk room while Spengler pulled on a pair of medical rubber gloves. Egon also knew this from experience- Graduation Weekend he had also done the chasing when you pulled honestly impressive feats of escapism. Now, alone in the lab, Egon was kneeling in front of you in record time. 

He took the first aid scissor and made quick work of ripping off your already shredding tights with such an efficiency that if you were in your right mind you probably would have been too flustered to think straight. 

Egon ignored your little noise of protest, attractive scientist or not, those had been your good tights. The scientists offered you a cocked eyebrow as he rolled the tights down your legs. You simply sighed as he started gentle strokes to clean the blood off you now bare skin.

"Did you have to give Ray such a hard time?” 

The scolding was playful even though delivered with his usual level of directness, still, even drunk you knew him well enough that it made you smile. 

"Well, I was actually giving Peter a rough time, Ray just happened to be collateral damage." Sleep was starting to wear off, leaving your words only a little slurred, as if you were taking great efforts to make sure they were clear. 

"And what did Peter do to deserve your ire this time?" Egon dousing some gauze with antiseptic. He didn’t flinch at the acrid scent, and usually you wouldn’t either, but this time your nose scrunched as Egon moved in even closer. However, you didn’t flinch in the slightest when he started dabbing at the shredding parts of your knees. Instead, you took the chance to appreciate the view of the good doctor kneeling in front of you, overhead lights casting a halo on his dark curls. It would be the perfect distance to lazily run gentle fingers through those curls. You seriously contemplated, but decided not to. You didn’t want to get blood in his pretty, soft hair. Wait- you were supposed to be answering his question… 

"Made an uncouth comment." You sniffed as Egon moved to the next knee to clean the scrape. He hummed again noticing your non answer but not commenting- one problem at a time.  

"Most of his comments are uncouth." He pointed out, pausing to smirk up at you, sighing in relief when you giggled. The was a comfortable pause as Egon focussed in on the deepest gash, but not for long.

"How is the ectoplasm variant going?" You asked after going quiet long enough that Egon wondered if you had fallen back asleep. 

"I’ll have to show you tomorrow. I want your thoughts." Egon informed, a slight smile and point of pride that you had inquired after his work even in your current state as he dabbed antibiotic cream on your knees, "The Cladosporium is behaving particularly erratic." 

"Ugh, my bet was on the Asparagus." You sighed, prodding at the edge of one of the deeper cuts at the top of your knee. Egon gently, but sternly, nudged your hand away, giving you a warning eyebrow before taping large bandage on over one knee. 

"Aspergillus." He correct, almost sounding amused as he moved to the next knee, applying the bandage with just as much care, "Hands." 

"Yes, doctor." You teased, offering both your palms. Egon gently took your left in his larger hand, using his other to repeat the same process. These scrapes were much less deep, mainly superficial, a product of catching yourself before your head hit the pavement, your knees had taken the brunt of it, but Egon was nothing if not thorough. It was quick work to clean and bandage both palms. 

"There, that should prevent an infection." Spengler informed you, holding both of your treated hands in his after disposing of his gloves, he gave them a quick, tender squeeze before pressing the bottle of red ~liquid rewind~ into your grasp, quickly cracking the lid off for you, "Drink that." 

"You know I’m not even that drunk." You scoffed, giving him a playful glare but obeying anyway, taking a long pull of the bottle, only stopping to swallow and breathe before going back in. This time both of his brows were raised as he stood, taking the trash from his impromptu clinic to the nearest bin. 

"How much have you had to drink, exactly?" 

You thought to yourself for a second, raising your eyes to the ceiling and mouthing numbers before tallying them on your fingers while you mentally replayed the night. Egon waited expectantly as he removed his lab coat, getting increasingly more concerned the longer the tally went on. 

"Lets see…. approximately pi cubed divided in half times 1.5, minus six." 

Egon didn’t even have to think about the calculation, instead being bewildered by the sheer amount of liquor you had managed to imbibe. His voice raised just a bit, mostly in disbelief and concern, "17 drinks?! (Y/N)." 

His disbelief sounded more like frustration to you, and your lip wobbled a bit as you lurched forward, regretting the sudden move but powering through as your eyebrows knitted up, looking up to the scientist pleading, voice a whine, "Don’t be mad." 

Egon shook his head with a deep sigh, catching your hand as you reached for him.

"I’m not mad. Surprised you’re coherent? Yes. Impressed at your current equational prowess? Definitely."  He listed as you weakly pulled him back towards you. Egon nudged the forgotten red stained bottle, "C’mon, a little more." 

After a long swallow, you nodded, "Well, after I slipped the boys, I made it pretty far uptown before they found me-" 

You had started almost sheepishly, this time expecting Egon’s crinkled eyebrows and interruption. 

"They lost you?" He repeated lowly, but you just shrugged, squeezing his hand as you continued your tale. 

"Only for an hour, but it was a long walk back home. Well, it was for Ray at least. So I had plenty of time to workshop my math, Ray doublechecked it for me. And I still had time for a nap." You seemed pretty proud of yourself. Egon opened his mouth, eyebrows raising then falling as his mouth closed. 

"I see. Is there a particular reason you needed to escape?" 

"Noooo…."You dragged out, using his hand to pull yourself out of you slouched sitting, using him to keep yourself steady. Egon didn’t budge, allowing the contact. His head cocked ever so slightly to the side, looking at you over the rim of his glasses. You crumbled instantly, "Yes." 

With an innocent smile, you fished into your jacket pockets, patting yourself down with increasing franticness, "I kept going until I could find a 24 hour bodega." 

"You ran off inebriated by yourself in the middle of the night to a late night convenience store in New York City? This neighborhood is basically a demilitarized zone. We’re definitely going to have to discuss that." He muttered, checking you over for any injuries he or Ray might have missed. You were undeterred by his scolding because you had found whatever you had been searching for.  

"Well, where else was I gonna find these at this hour?" You asked earnestly, revealing two only slightly squished Twinkie's. It was your turn to quirk an eyebrow, "What? Did you think I would forget about our late night snack?”

You were interrupted by a overpowering yawn, eyes suddenly drooping, "Gonna be honest though, don’t think cold Thai food is a great move for me at the moment. 

Egon took the slightly squished confection out of your hand, giving it an appraising gaze, before breaking into that signature sideways smile as you leaned into his chest. With all the secrets of the night in the open, you didn’t have much else fighting to keep you awake. Egon his arms around your back, using one hand to rub soothing circles on your back. The good doctor allowed you to stay like that, his cheek pressed against the top of your head. As your breathing slowed, more and more of your weight slumped against him. 

Egon didn’t mind, finally getting that close contact he’d been waiting all night for. Instead, he stared down at the twinkie in his hand. The cream was squeezing out of the sponge cake and smearing onto the crinkled plastic wrapper, but you had ventured countless blocks out of your way, escaping three of New York’s ghostbusters, just to pick up something you knew he’d like.  Even with 17 drinks actively shrinking your neurons, you were always so thoughtful. 

Egon was well aware of how much his friends loved him, and he would always be grateful for finding each of them. But there was always just something different about your love. If Egon possessed a more artistic disposition, he might describe it as a warm ocean wave washing over a beach. Gentle, yet unstoppable. All encompassing. He wasn’t quite sure what he had done to deserve someone like you to love him like you did, but whatever it was he’d do it a thousand times over- even if it meant cleaning you up after a long night out on the town. 

"Did you have a good time tonight?" He asked quietly, feeling you nod into his chest . His sweater was soft against your cheek and he smelled as wonderful as always: earthy yet clean and the slightest hint of something smoky like a full trap or lab experiment gone wrong. After a deep inhale you nodded again through another yawn. 

"Mmmhm. ‘missed you though." Your voice had slowed back down to its sleepy, slow tone that Egon would never admit to loving as much as he did, the warmth of him and quiet lulling you. You were fighting to stay afloat, but Egon’s thumbs working slow circles into your back were winning as he answered. 

"I missed your company as well." 

-

And it was later, when you had fallen into a deep unbothered sleep on the lab’s couch after stealing one of Egon’s t-shirts- the ones he would wear under his jumpsuit-, and using his lab coat as a blanket, that Egon thought about all this, taking a slow bite of his slightly squished gift.

Peter was right. One day, he needed to marry you.

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so I tried two somethings new. 1.) tried writing this more from his perspective, which isn't something I really do with any character. 2.) Paired him with a more extroverted out going reader, because I feel like we usually see him paired with more introverted types

anyways I typed this up at 3 am after crying for five hours so please excuse any typos.

#egon spengler x reader #dr. spengler x reader #dr. egon Spengler x reader #ghostbusters x reader #can't believe im writing ghostbusters fanfic in the year of our lord 2021 #using that tag bc TECHNICALLY I wrote this in 2021... I just reread and typed and posted it in 2023

[evilminji]

I Ponder The Humble Blob Ghost!

You think they are what happens when you ALMOST but not quite A Ghost(tm)? Like, you have the ectoplasm and the will to continue... but you didn't really have A Thing in life? No Final Crystalizing Thought that brings focus? Just "ow! Ah! I'm scared. Don't wanna die!" And theeeeen.... *poof!*

Why am I Orb? Am squish? No bones.

Like? Remove any one piece of the Critical Formula and you get Blob instead of Ghost? Different KINDS, mind you, but blobs none the less.

Like Skulker! Not enough Ectoplasm. Ended up Blob. He CLEARLY had the Will, the Obsession, the gory end and unfinished business... buuuut? No green goo to power the creation of a full body. He clearly knows what he's supposed to LOOK like? But it's not something FIXABLE? Even with his now unlimited access to Ectoplasm.

Like in utero damage that permanently stunted his growth. HE is fine. All his facilities are on-line and checking in as they should, for the level of sentience expected of a ghost of his people. He just... smol. Same strength, intelligence, and power as he would have always HAD...

He just got handed a really, REALLY crap "customize your eternal meatsuit" option screen. Like for real guys. Basicly NO options. His salt is eternal and entirely justified. He could have had his tattoos. He paid a LOT of credits for those! Sat for DAYS! Had to track down this One(1) artist on this SHITTY little trading hub, that BARELY QUALIFIED as one, to sit in on uncomfortable overturned crate... IN A GAS MASK because the AIR SUPPORT KEPT KICKING IT... for hoooours!

It was a WORK OF ART. You would have CRIED.

This is BULLSHIT.

But wait, I hear you say, staring at the Blob ghost chewing on a lamp post. The one that has wii music playing behind the eyes. No thoughts, head jello, one might say. What about THEM?

Good point! Remember that formula?

LOT of Ecto! But THAT... might be either an animal or a fungus. We'd have to check. ANYTHING can and DOES die. If it's alive? It can die and potentially leave a ghost. But! Consider the noble Ghost Rabbit! *holds up squirming rabbit that is ABSOLUTELY trying to both bite me and kick me in the face* A noble and friendly creature!

THIS is what happens when an animal: has sufficient Ectoplasm at the death site, a reason to continue living (fairly common. It's usually their offspring, escape, the instinctual drive to survive itself or other understandable base drives. Like love, loyalty, or hunger.), and that all important High Emotions End.

Miss any of these? You get Blobbertson over there! He's clearly a hungry boy! But! Not very DRIVEN is he? Just floating along, chewing on whatever seems interesting, looking for a snack. He's food motivated. But not MOTIVATED motivated.

Blobbertson over there? A peaceful death. Too much Ectoplasm too leave, too food motivated in life NOT to carry over, but? No DRIVE. To DEFINE and DEMAND the Ectoplasm in his little body become sharp and active. No highly emotional state to stir it into action.

Is Blobbertson INCAPABLE of higher emotions? No. He is every bit as capable as the Ghost Rabbit that has savaged my hands and escaped while you were reading. It was, in fact, NOT as friendly as originally assumed. I may be bleeding. Unimportant. Blobbertson is PERFECTLY capable of getting attached. Being trained.

Whatever level of intelligence Blobbertson had in life, still remains. And WITH that? Comes the ability to improve and grow in death! IF (and this is the big one) he ever finds MOTIVATION to do so.

Because you see, Blobbertson is quite happy. No thoughts, brain jello. Drifting along in a happy green ocean like a jellyfish. Only concerned about his next snack. It's comforting. His food obsession filled, his tiny motivation barely enough to move him place to place.

He would GLADLY sit in one place and eat for the rest of eternity. Head blissfully silent.

And that's OKAY! It truly, honestly, is. Not everyone has to be conquers and kings, crafters and cosmonauts. Sometimes you just want to spend the rest of time playing in the sand. Resting on a sunshine-y hill. Not EVERY soul is a loud one.

This is the INFINITE Realms.

And there are places like Amity Park out there. THICK as cold honey with Ectoplasm in the air, gently infusing all the life that grows there with greater and greater chance of Ghost-hood. Even the peaceful blinking awake after that final rest to look down and... little nubby green paws.

Congratulations on becoming a Blob, grandma! Yes, I imagine you ARE furious it is inordinately difficult to knit like this. No, I don't think complaining to the king will help, MeMa.

That said? I can not tell you if Blob Ghost all belong to the same Family or the same Order, but they are NOT the same species! The WAY in which you fuck up that ever vital Fomula results in WILDLY different Blobs! Was it an animal? A sentient species? A sentient PLANET? A complexe interlocking colony of fungi? What was the EXACT Ectoplasm concentration at the death site? Was that the historical levels or the At Death levels? Was the individual under sedation?

Yes! All of this IS in fact, VERY relevant!

And you think it ends THERE? HA! The SKIES are FILLED with Fighty Mother Fuckers! Ghosts LOVE to fight! It's built into their social dynamics and hierarchy! Good ol brawls to get the Ecto pumping!

......Local Blob Farmer would like to take this moment to say "GET OF HIS GHOST PEONIES, YOU HEATHENS."

No they would NOT like to join your 24/7 thunder dome in the sky, THANKS! Martha here is trying to compose some Atlantian Shell Poetry. Blobby Jr of Blobbington and Blobbington Incorporated is TRYING to study! You've DESTROYED THE COMMUNAL ZEN GARDEN!!

Get! GET!!! *swings broom*

And THEN you look not even a mile east? And it's the floating island of Blobs. They LIKE that rock. It's just an ever shifting, accidentally rolling off the edge, falling slightly, making an offended squeek, and floating back to the top of the pile to repeate the process, MOOSH of thousands of blobs. No one's certain if they used to be seals or some sort of cat.

Apparently THAT island is Warm(tm).

So there they sit. Making contented noises, chirping and shoving for the best spots. They never leave. You can literally just... float up and sit on them. It's amazing. You gotta be careful not to get buried, but it's So Soft and bouncy? And they are ALL making that soft happy Blob vibrate noise. It's like a giant, island sized, warm and almost fuzzy but not, water bed that massages you.

Just DON'T start anything there! Holy SHIT are they territorial. You Will Die. They SWARM.

And THATS not even getting into the Blobs that are? Literally brainless. Some people eat those. Which? I guess? They ARE basicly Ectoplasm jello. But SOME of them are NOT? Like... it's a debate. Hot button issue, ya know?

Some fungus turns into Ecto Jello with negative IQ and delicious insides. Is this food? But OTHER fungus was SENTIENT in life and become a whole RANGE of Fungus ghosts, from Blob right on up to complexe dryad like ghosts! Clearly NOT food unless you are a MONSTER. But THEY argue the FIRST group are ALSO not food?

Plant Ghosts have strong opinions and are willing to Gruesome Violence about it.

Which brings us back to the Humble Blob Ghost! Check before you pet! That might be grandma! Or planning to eat your hand! Just as Mammal tells you little to nothing about what animal you are looking at, so too does Blob and Ghost! Stay safe out there! And if anyone sees a glowing green rabbit? I want my blood back! That's supposed to be in MY body! Rude!

This has been, the daily ghost!

@hdgnj @stealingyourbones

#dpxdc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dp x dc #danny phantom #blob ghosts #blob lore #i like to PONDER the lore #get my grabby little racoon hands on the set dressings #gib me your SECRETS #gib to the racoon #minji's writing

[phantomphangphucker]

Phic Phight - Fungus Is Known To Grow Amoung Death After All

@lovelyunknown @skarlettskwrl

An ecto-nanobot powered suit plus a fungus specifically made to latch onto and grow on ectoplasm, wasn’t a great mix.

Danny was starting to get a little worried, worried about Val specifically. He was used to her being slightly on edge pretty often, just as she was likely used to him being on edge pretty often, but this was weird. She’d been jittery, twitchy, spazzy even. At first he thought she’d caught a ghost and was ‘inspecting’ it or that Vlad was giving her a disturbing amount of hassle. Even her just being worried about tests or her nanobots getting noticed by the school nurse would make sense. Perhaps her dad was being harder on her? Or pressuring her to hang up the suit?

Then, then, he noticed the smell. The sickly sweet meaty lime smell that made his mouth water. Made him cock his head to the side and pause in taking his next step, a more ghostly part of himself getting the way he sometimes got around blob ghosts; bitey and twitchy. Then his ecto-field sensed it, and the alarm bells officially went off. The way it sensed like creaking branches or spreading rot; like she was just going to suddenly start violently twitching at inhuman angles and trying to rip out the walls.

This all seemed… familiar too him, unfortunately. ClockWork didn’t tell him to stay away from too many places, but the Riot Sands and its Moxowasp fungus was one of them. And this? Yeah this smelled and felt like Moxowasp fungus. She’s not growing glitchy moving murderous antlers so that’s a positive, so not a full fungal infection but she seemed a bit past just the ‘spore sickness’ version. But he’s not sure, she didn’t have symptoms she should have from his invisible, slightly predatory, stalking/observing. She wasn’t getting weird white fuzz on her or hacking up bits of branches, she wasn’t acting wacky in the high way.

She was human so, arguably, even if she did have moxowasp fungus then it shouldn’t really affect her, but that didn’t account for her nanobots which were ectoplasm based. Danny frowning and leaning back in his chair, side eyeing Val who’s staring wide-eyed and tremoring slightly, maybe it was her nanobots that were being affected specifically? and the symptoms were being passed on? Those things were in her brain and all her muscles after all. But that just makes it harder for him to be sure and he can’t just ask her ‘hey did you eat or get stabbed by weird sponge-y crumbly branches? Or fight a ghost with that stuff coming out of them?’. Well he could do that but it would probably get him stabbed by a cattle prod.

…

Or it would as Phantom. But as Fenton? Maybe not. She might listen to Danny Fenton the only close friend and ex, son of ghost ‘experts’ and ‘the kid who may have gone into the ghost zone that one time’. His accident being public news might actually be useful for a change, besides just being used as a scapegoat to explain having weird ecto-contamination to explain his ghostly shit. And he did take off suddenly all the time and skipped multiple days sometimes, he could say that Danny Fenton and his stupid luck made him have a little run in with the moxowasp stuff before. His folks did try to get every sample they could get their hands on after all. If they ran into moxowasp fungus they absolutely would sample that stuff and Danny probably would actually get sick.

Okay. Yeah. He can work with this. Problem is how does he talk to her about this? Because if his guess is right then yeah, she can get him sick. Or maybe he was strong enough now that he’d have more resistance? Heck ClockWork could have told him about this specifically because Val was going to get infected with it and they wanted him to know about to catch the signs early. She didn’t have any outward signs so maybe it would actually be safe to touch her, try to drag her off somewhere to talk?

And then the bell goes off and he’s out of time to think about it, by the time he’s stood up Val’s basically stormed out of the classroom, bumping into multiple desks and people as she went. Okay yeah, Danny’s following her, immediately…. Even if that takes him straight into the ladies room. Awkward but he’s lived down worse.

Of course what greets him ain’t great, Val hunched over a toilet shiver trembling and looking like she just threw up; Danny trying to be quiet about leaning over her and yup, weird squiggly white branching stuff in the toilet. Okay, one hundred percent yes, she’s got a moxowasp fungus infection. She wasn’t actually sprouting out branching so that was good, but still.

Watching her scratch her head harshly and crack her neck to the side with a hard jerk, smacking herself on the toilet rim (ew), “ow. Why-ugh. Why’d- did I do that? That was… stupid? I think?”, and she cringes basically her whole body.

Danny wincing, a little nervous to touch her but since when did he not help people just because of nerves? Tapping her on the shoulder twice, “Val?”; okay maybe he sounded a little squeaky, but this was freaky alright? And that scent was making his skin crawl, the mouth watering only making him more creeped.

She jerks, snapping her head around to him, twitching sideways and blinking so harshly it might as well be a spasm, “danny? Isn’t this- like- laddies? Ow”, squeezing her eyes shut again, “I’m ‘ine”.

Danny laughs awkwardly, “eh, ha ha. Ah. Yeah no. I don’t think so. Nah”, cringing a little when she just kind of stares at him, shit yeah her scleras are a bit on the green side. Oof. “Ha”, bending down onto his ankles to be a bit more in her level, “Val you definitely are not. And also, you’re not suddenly going to be just by ignoring what’s going on”, okay Fenton, try to play this off without revealing you know she’s Red. “I… have no freaking clue how the crap you got this of all things but, hey, uh, Amity’s a, ah, pretty fucking weird town, am I right or am I right?”.

She groans at him, like she honestly barely even heard him, “what… what are you even, you know, talking ‘bout?”, pushing herself to stand up, “I think.. I’m just going to go, uh, outside”.

Danny’s up like a gunshot, “oh no, absolutely not”, poking a single finger on both her shoulders, “bad. You are sick sick. And like, okay, this is kinda fucked and shit, but I know what’s up with you”.

Now that, that finally gets her attention, her squinting, “explain then. I know”, she sways a little and shakes her head, “I know you’re weird so”.

Danny snorting, “gee thanks, Val. I’m pretty aware of that too”, frowning at her, “okay, now this is gonna sound fucked, but you’ve got a weird ghost illness? It’s like a weird fuzzy sentient branch thing?”, tilting his head and trying to keep his eyes in front of her eyes, “woozy, the twitching, disoriented but also kinda high?”, pointing a finger that she doesn’t follow at the toilet, “vomiting weird sponge-like white branches. This shit can be a, well not death sentence, but like end of their unlife? sentence? Yeah let’s go with that. The branch stuff basically eats ghosts from the inside out till they’re just mindless husks housing a violent fungus”.

She purses her lips, “fuck”.

Danny nods cringing, “yeah”, glancing at the toilet and back to her, “you gotta get that branch stuff outta you, and any kinda white fuzzy stuff. The branches are the fungus, moxowasp fungus by the way, and the fuzzy is spores or, uh, some shit”. Wow was this ever awkward. “You stay here and I’ll go find some salt to help with the whole vomiting thing, gotta get that stuff out and I’m not a freaking doctor”.

She actually slumps onto the ground thankful, the muttered, “I weirdly wanna poke you”. Danny pointing at her a few times, “ah, yeah, um, that’s probably the fungus wanting to try and spread and stuff, if you had the antlers going on they’d be all, trying to attack me and stab me and shit. Super freaky so let’s not get to that, yeah? Yeah”, he’s out of that bathroom in a flash, thankfully no one’s in the hallway so he’s able to just go invisible and go through the walls to steal some salt from cafeteria.

She’s scratching at her head again, there’s… definitely a white bump there, not great, “okay, water, salt, a vomiting one way ticket. Drink and think of super gross shit and nausea and shit. Please do not throw up on me. I will throw up on you back”.

She snorts, “ew”, but winds up biting him when he makes her drink the water salt mixture; him cringing but not letting it stop him.

…

She’s not going to let go of his hand now, is she? Lovely. Okay… it’s not the best idea to use his powers right now but duplication it is, ‘cause he’s gotta get the branching off her head before she legit becomes a danger and in danger. He swears he can physically feel spores or stuff moving from her mouth to his hand, like hard spider webbing; super creepy.

She vomits on his hand… he does not follow through on his threat to vomit on her back. Grimacing, “eugh, thanks for that”. Weee, he’s probably gonna get spore sickness now, love it. At least that gets her to release his hand, before she vomits on the floor this time. There’s white branches squiggling on the ground, occasionally sprouting off-shot branches.

What did ClockWork say? Fire? Fire. Sure he could just make some fire, his pyrokenesis might be cold instead of hot but fire was fire. If she saw that it would be a problem though right? Him squeezing her head between his knee and chest as his duplicate gets back with a pair of wire clippers, the heavy duty kind, “don’t move your head, I gotta snap off a beginning of an antler. You don’t want that shit spreading out of you or through your head more, unless you feel like going completely mindless or assaulting people”.

“Ugh. Eh. Do it”.

Danny giving her a quick back pat with his bitten hand, which was healed at least… even if chopping the hand off would probably be better long term than letting whatever might have gotten in spread. He clips off the antler growth instead, eyeing his hand, eyeing the back of Val’s head; fuck it. He bites his own shoulder and goes snip happy at his wrist. Officially getting a duplicate to text Sam and Tuck invisibly to get to this bathroom for emergency clean up services with full protection on and something to make fire. He’s definitely getting blood on the back of her clothing now, not great, and she’s vomiting again which is technically great.

What’s actually great is the beginnings of an antler do not regrow. Yay. Val groans into him and that sweet smell makes him gag to himself some; gagging more so to avoid wanting to bite her. He forces more of the salt water down her throat.

So if he’s going with the theory that her nanobots are infected then how is he supposed to get that stuff cleaned? Well… if he could get her to summon out her suit… she might be loopy enough to not realise she shouldn’t be doing that. Ah fuck it, he flares some ecto-energy from a foot, just enough to set off her sensor, just as Sam and Tuck get in. They’re thankfully quiet, panicked but quiet, and immediately get to work (with full sleeve gloves) cleaning the ecto and blood he’s getting everywhere. Tucker glances at the squiggling antler stuff, Danny nodding for him to clean it up too while mouthing ‘fire’ and while Val -probably on instinct- summons out her suit and then actually passes out. Great. Cool. Not good.

Danny muttering, “shit”, putting her on her side, letting Sam patch up his wrist while all three kind of stare at all the fuzzy white patches over her suit.

Tucker blinking, “what the fuck is that?”.

Danny grimaces, “fungus. I had a feeling it was on the nanobots, we’ve gotta get that shit off”. Tucker lifting up the cleaning kit and grabbing a rough rag. Danny nodding, “you might need a knife too, for scrapping, and just make sure to keep her on her side in case she vomits more”.

Sam nods, “right, people can choke on their vomit if they’re on their backs”, eyeing Danny, “now why don’t you have a hand?”.

Danny sighing, “she bit it, so, uh, I cut it off? To try and avoid getting sick?”.

“I’d call you stupid but you probably made the right call. Dummy”. Her nodding at his patched wrist then joining Tucker, pointing at him with the hand that wasn’t scrubbing or scrapping off fuzz, “if you can catch this then do you dare try helping more”.

“I have been vomited on at least twice”.

“I do not care”.

Danny sticks out his tongue but sits back, letting his two friends get Val as cleaned off as possible. Tucker having to hack her suit to force summon out Every. Single. One. of her weapons to clean them off. She only vomits once at least. It’s something.

Sam and Tucker sitting back, peeling gloves of cautiously to replace them with clean ones, Tuck looking to Danny, “okay dude, what are we supposed to with her now? Like, is she good?”.

Sam glares at the geek, “we’re not leaving her on a bathroom floor, Tucker”.

Danny rolls his eyes, pushing himself up with his one hand, “no, obviously not. I’ll have Phantom, with actual protective gloves on, take her home once someone force deactivates her suit, tell her dad about making sure she vomits every hour until there’s no more goddamn wiggling branches”, pacing in a little circle, “and the story is that Phantom could smell the fungus stuff and showed up, one Danny Fenton gave the ghost the low down and Phantom agreed to take her home to rest and continue with the vomiting away from the highly ecto-contaminated kid who could absolutely get sick from her”, giving them a thumbs up, “cool?”.

They exchange glances before shrugging at him. Tucker smiling, “it’s your plan, man”, looking around the bathroom, “obviously this needs to be cleaned more”, holding up a blowtorch, he does get her suit deactivated too.

Danny nodding, changing into his ghost form and slipping on the longest gloves they had in the kit. Touching her in ghost form wasn’t his greatest idea but there wasn’t much else he could do. Sam using some of the bigger bandaging to ‘wrap’ Val up for easy transport and less chance of her touching him. Him grabbing her up immediately after and phasing up through the roof and off to her house.

Damon looks worriedly from Val, who’s now more or less resting on the bed, to Phantom, who feels very awkward. “Okay, so when she wakes up, which she will, you need to get her to vomit. There’s gonna be moving white branch things, don’t freak but she needs to get all of that out of her system”.

Damon nods, opens and closes his mouth a few times before figuring out what he wants to actually say, “alright, okay, how did she even get this moxo thing? A ghost sickness?”.

Phantom rubs his neck, “her suit. It’s ectoplasm powered, it runs on ectoplasm and ecto-energy just like all ghosts do. That got infected and that is basically part of every part of her body”, frowning, “if she was a ghost and every part of her was ecto then she’d already be past the point of help”.

Damon rubs her shoulder as she twitches spastically, “will she be fine?”.

“If you make sure she keeps getting that stuff out of her then yeah, she’ll be fine. The Fenton boy recognised her symptoms and got an antler clipped off before it could actually properly take root in her. I got her suit cleaned off later, she’s not perfect but it’ll work. She’s still human so she’s not really at risk”.

“Are you sure”; that’s not a question.

Danny nods strongly, “absolutely”. The father seems to accept this, moving a bucket near her and looking to settle down to keep watch over her.

(Danny is thankfully right. Val showing back up in a few days, basically thanking Danny for the solid save, it was awkward but appreciated. Damon’s and Val’s opinions of Phantom also went up a few notches. Val wanted absolutely nothing to do with any kind of anything with white branches afterwords, reasonable. Her practically demanding an in-depth explanation from Danny Fenton about the moxowasp fungus; Danny was slightly amazed to make it through that conversation without a slip up. Danny was also completely and utterly amazed that she somehow did not actually get him sick; score one for emergency hand removal and weird halfa genetics and being over powered).

End.

Prompts: Valerie is feeling ill, but this is no human sickness. Ghostly Cordyceps

#danny phantom #phandom #phicphight24 #phic phight 24 #danny fenton #tucker foley #sam manson #phantomphangphucker #have a fic suck my dick #my writing #sick fic #valerie gray #gothmoth #Val's suit uses ectoplasm #vomiting

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Hello, hi, only just followed but man am I loving the pony Ghostbusters stuff. (Cosplay a Ghostbuster myself).

Do you have any headcanons yet on what their cutiemarks mean and how they gotten them?

OKAY YEAH I DO I was waiting for someone to ask me to explain

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egon - spores molds and fungus (mycology)

I think he probably got his cutiemark when he was a foal, the novelization of the first two movies leads me to believe that egon was very cemented in what he liked from an early age - so when he started collecting his spores, molds, and fungus he gained his cutiemark in mycology! it could also just be interpreted as a plain old talent in sciences but I like mycology for him

peter - zener cards

pete's cutiemark is zener cards! a type of card used to study the probability of esp and telepathy, peter uses these in the first scene we ever see him in and it's less so that his special talent is esp or telepathy and more so being sleazy and street-smart because of how he uses them in the scene he's introduced in - he probably got it in high school or college

winston - fighter jet shark mouth paint

winston's cutie mark is the shark mouths you can see on old fighter jets! my main reason for this is that in the novelization and original script for the movie, winston was stated to be an ex-member of the air force, so I wanted his cutiemark to reflect flying in a sort of way (also why he's a pegasus) - probably got it as a young foal when he discovered that he liked to fly and do airshows (he became a wonderbolt when he was younger)

ray - occult books

ray's cutiemark is a direct call to his bookstore (ray's occult books) but also the fact that he loves to study the paranormal and supernatural, he probably also got it as a young foal!

janine - phone

janine's is kind of my most uninspired? she's a secretary so I figured it should be a phone since that's her... job - but it also doubles as a fact that she LOVES to gossip, in the ghostbusters video game if you stand around in the firehouse for long enough you can hear her gossip over the phones, she probably got it at an older age.

phoebe - ghost trap & safety goggles

phoebe's cutiemark is mostly inspired by her supposed love of engineering! when we see her for the first time she's tinkering with the electricity in the spengler apartment in chicago, but I think she would've gotten her cutiemark in summerville - specifically when egon leads her to the ghost trap he had hidden under the floorboards.

trevor - racing flags

so with trevor, I wanted his cutiemark to be related to cars in some way! as that seems to be a major interest to him (wears car shirts constantly, knows how to drive and fix up the ecto) - since there aren't exactly ... cars in my little pony, more so carriages, I wanted to show that he likes to race, because as soon as that boy gets the ecto up and running he's speeding through a barley field - he probably got it at maybe middle school age?

podcast - recording equipment + headphones

podcast's cutiemark relates to his.. podcast - I couldn't think of anything else since his name is literally just podcast, but I'm sure it could be interpreted in another way; he probably got it when he started mystical tales of the unknown universe.

lucky - golden four leaf clovers

so, lucky's is probably the most based on her name instead of anything relating to her character, golden four leaf clovers to symbolize luck - don't know when she would've gotten them, maybe as a younger foal.

#amity rambly #ghostbusters mlp au

[ariel-seagull-wings]

OC PROFILE: NOEMI SPENGLER (UPDATED)

@bixiebeet @spengnitzed @slimerspengler @inevitablemoment @professorlehnsherr-almashy @theselfshippingwitch @janeb984 @angelixgutz @amalthea9

FULL NAME: Noemi Adina Melnitz Spengler.

NICKNAME(S): Baby Spooks, Fungus Junior, Spore, Baby Smurf, Sugarplum, Egonine, Janegon, Spengnitz, 69.

FACECLAIM: Jenny Slate.

BIRTHDAY: September 06th 1985.

ZODIAC SIGN: Virgo.

SEXUALITY: Bisexual. 

GENDER: Female.

BIRTH PLACE: Upper East Side, Manhattan, New York City.

LIVES IN: Tribeca, Manhattan, New York City.

NATIONALITY: US American.

FAMILY:

Joseph ‘Joe’ Horowitz Melnitz (grandfather)

Miriana ‘Mimi’ Shively Melnitz (grandmother)

Sabine Shively Melnitz (aunt)

Nathan Bashevis Spengler (grandfather)

Ruth Lehnsherr Spengler (grandmother)

Janine Shively Melnitz Spengler (mother)

Egon Lehnsherr Spengler (father)

Tobin Nikolai  Melnitz Spengler (brother)

Eugene Lionel Melnitz Spengler (brother)

Elon Lehnsherr Spengler (uncle)

Susan Spengler (aunt)

Eden Maayan Spengler (cousin)

Eli Zedikiah Spengler (cousin)

CHARACTERISTICS: Confident, brave, curious, inquisitive, creative, extroverted, with a fascination for gallows humor, has a strong temper and rarely disguises when she has either contempt or desire to kill someone she perceives as an enemy.

LIKES: Reading (especially comic books), drawing, building puppets and performing puppetry, dressing up in colorful clothes, cosplay, collecting spores, molds and fungus, watching cartoons, stand-up comedy and puppet shows.

DISLIKES: Hot and wet climates, tight clothes with tags, the sound of too many people talking at the same time, agglomerations.

OCCUPATION: Graduated Biotechnologist (with a Masters in Mycology), Theoretical Physicist, Electrical Engineer, Parapsychologist, Self-Taught Cartoonist, Puppet Builder, Science Teacher and GHOSTBUSTER.

WEAPON OF CHOICE:

+ PKE Meter

+ GIGA Meter

+ Proton Pack

+ Ghost Trap

OTHER PERSONAL INFO: 

* While she inherited the academic talent of her father, she has the more outgoing and bold approach to social interactions of her mother;

* Was named after her paternal great-grandmothers, Noemi Spengler and Adina Lehnsherr;

* Her mother Janine breastfed Noemi until she was three years and seven months old;

* When the day of her birthday, September 6th, became known as the Sex Day holiday, her godfather Peter Venkman would constantly make jokes about it, saying that he predicted that would happen;

* Is the first generation of Spenglers to receive an official Autism Spectrum Diagnosis; 

* Is a Science Teacher who loves using puppetry in classes;

* Between High School and College she participated in an improv theater group and performed stand-up comedy as a hobby;

* Uses her family's supernatural adventures and her interest in science as the basis for a comic book series that she later posts on the internet;

* As a child, her favorite toys were four Barbie dolls that she dressed in little homemade GHOSTBUSTERS uniforms and named Erin, Abby, Patty and Jillian. She played with them in a toy replica of the Firehouse and the ECTO-1 made by her father with the help of Ray and Winston, and the four dolls become the main characters of her comic book series.

NAME ANALYSIS:

* Noemi: Pleasantness.

* Adina: Delicate.

* Melnitz: Steward.

* Spengler: Metal worker.

#ghostbusters #ghostbusters oc #ghostbusters fandom #ghostbusters 1984 #ghostbusters the supernatural spectacular #noemi spengler #jenny slate #oc profile

[egonspenglerishot]

Meet my Ghostbuster OC:

Sal Stantz

Sal is the daughter of Ray Stantz.

In college he had a girlfriend who was just like him. Sweet, kind and loved the occult. He truly believed that he would stay with her forever, but unfortunately that wasn’t the case. After a particularly rowdy and alcohol ridden party, Ray and his girlfriend had sex and used no protection.

A few months later his girlfriend stopped coming to classes, stopped calling him and never came to his house again. He realized in her own way she’d broken up with him. He focused on college and university getting his PhDs. A few years passed and one day a sickly looking woman was on Rays doorstep holding a bundle of blankets.

It was his girlfriend.

She held out the bundle and he took it hesitantly, and inside he saw the little face of a young child. Two years old and yet so small due to being underfed. His ex begged him to take her and look after her. Ray being the man he is agreed and his ex left that same moment, she wasn’t really sick or unable to provide for the child, she just used that excuse because she found her daughters incessant crying and whining and begging for food annoying.

She hadn’t even named her. So Ray did. Sally, but Sal for short. In no time she was steadily gaining weight and growing at a healthy pace. Ray legally made her his daughter and did everything he could to be the best dad ever.

Years later, the ghostbusters are formed and a 17 year old Sal is determined to help, she practically begs to help even if it’s just with the investigation not the catching. But as time goes on, and Ray (aswell as his fellow ghostbusters) teach Sal about the proton packs and the Ecto 1 and such she builds up an info profile and begins studying how to hold the proton packs, how to store traps and the like.

She begs and begs and eventually they cave and allow her to prove she can actually handle the equipment and herself in the presence of an entity. And she succeeds (well in Rays eyes) and he couldn’t be more proud.

Art by: Me

Fun facts about Sal Stantz:

- she has to have glasses to read.

- she heavily believes that getting her PhD in psychology and parapsychology is vital if she wants to become a full time Ghostbuster.

- once she was called about a phantasm in the school and that Egon and Ray were on their way. She literally got to shove it in kid faces she was a Ghostbuster.

- helps Egon with his Spores, Molds and Fungus ™️

- has been slimed before, didn’t enjoy it, Venkman laughed at her, she splattered him with slime careful to not get it on Egon.

- she’s autistic and hates and I mean hates the feeling of slime, ectoplasmic residue or anything sticky.

#ghostbusters oc #Sal Stantz #ray stantz #ghostbusters #ghostbusters two

[gertlushgaming]

GhostBusters Spirits Unleashed Ecto Edition Review (Nintendo Switch OLED)

 For this GhostBusters Spirits Unleashed Ecto Edition Review, we play with all the iconic gear and gadgets, from Proton Packs to PKE Meters and Ghost Traps, that fans would expect and new gamers to the universe will enjoy when playing as a Ghostbuster. Ghosts have multiple abilities in their arsenal, like possessing objects, of course, sliming, and more, that make haunting all the various locations a blast to play. In addition, many will recognize the Firehouse and Ray’s Occult Books that act as the game’s hub.

GhostBusters Spirits Unleashed Ecto Edition Review Pros:

- Decent graphics. - 4.4GB Download size. - Action 4 v 1 gameplay. - Opening optional training area. (replayable) - Full single-player support against the Ai. - Officially licensed game. - The Firehouse and Ray's Occult shop is your hub where you can soak in the atmosphere, talk with the guys, take on jobs, and side hustles, and customize yourself. - Character customization options - Body (physique, face, and hairstyle), outfits (name tag, tops, shirt logo, shirt patch 1 and 2, bottoms, and full outfit), accessories (headwear, eyewear, elbow pads, gloves, knee pads, and footwear). - Gear customization - particle thrower, proton pack, PKE meter, and the ghost trap. - Unlock new upgrades and parts for your gear to affect their stats and general usage. - Earn EXP and level up to get new outfits and gear unlocks. - The collectible fungus can be found in levels for Rewards and exp. - You lose money for damaging property. - Civilians will run around scared of ghosts or your behavior. - You can calm civilians down by completing a mini-game. - Secondary Gadgets can be unlocked and equipped - VAD, ionizer pods, radar Puck, belt gizmo, disruptor pylon, and Ecto goggles. - You can indeed slide down the pole in the firehouse. - Little trinkets and Easter eggs lying around the firehouse. - Unlock new side hustle missions as you level up. - Research contracts add more experience and rewards to a job. - Has the iconic theme tune. - Excellent voice work. - Ten locations to play in - New Motion Club, S C Y County Courthouse, Moros Medical Facility, RMS Artemisa, Clock Tower Brewery and pub, Rock Island Prison, Hudson Canyon Lodge, Petey’s Pirate Cove, Galway Station, and Whitestone Museum. - You get an opening and closing cutscene of your team. - Does include uniforms and tech from the the real Ghostbusters cartoon. - Has the latest update adding new locations, More narrative, and Tobin pages along with Halloween events and cardboard shells for your gear. - A lot of visual feedback on your performance from calming civilians to picking up fungus or busting ghosts. - Your AI team will ping ghosts and locations. - Pings show locations. - A lot of fun even solo. - Gets addictive. - If you level up during a job it bangs up saying it and shows any unlocks. - End of job breakdown. - You can play as a ghost and get a full training match. - Ghosts (including you) can inhabit objects. - As a ghost you can slime up the place, slime people, use abilities, see through walls, find rifts (your spawn point) and hide it or move it, sabotage Ghostbusters kit, haunt and possess items, and more. - When possessing an item you can jump from one to the other. - Pke is the source of ghosts and this goes down when using abilities but also regents slowly over time. - The goal of the Ghostbusters is to clear out all ghosts and destroy all rifts, the ghost's goal is to fill that haunted meter up to 100 percent. - Ghosts can escape a tether and even the ghost trap if they line up in the direction and mash the correct button. - Put new shells over the top of your gear to completely change their appearance. - Ghosts and Ghostbusters are the same rank so any exp earned from any goes towards unlocks. - Many types of ghosts with each have unique abilities and flaws including the newly added Overlord ghost types with three variants. GhostBusters Spirits Unleashed Ecto Edition Review Cons: - No local multiplayer which is a huge oversight. - Cannot rebind controls. - Takes a bit of getting used to the flow and judging distances. - The AI can get a bit clingy and it makes finishing solo jobs harder. - So easy to damage property. - When playing offline the game still requires you to leave the party in order to watch new narratives and if you miss it or decline then you have to restart the game to trigger it. - Got stuck in a weird loop in solo play where I couldn't back out of the job setup screen. - A fair bit to take in and remember. Related Post: A Boy And His Blob Retro Collection Review (PlayStation 5) GhostBusters Spirits Unleashed Ecto Edition: Official website. Developer: Illfonic  Publisher: Illfonic  Store Links - Nintendo Read the full article

#NintendoSwitch #ghostbusters #GLG #ghostbustersspiritsunleashed

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𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑𝐒.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 … the outside

𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞. Dr. Egon Elijah Spengler. 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫. Hazel. 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞 / 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫. Short, tidy, dark brunette curls. 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 6ft 1.5. 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞. Mostly grey. Almost exclusively vintage suits and slightly colourful ties, when he isn’t dressed for work. 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. Underneath that suit he actually bosts quite a toned figure, given how labour-intensive being a Buster can be sometimes. He’s not ripped per se but there’s a faint outline of abs there. Only faint. His smile, too - he hardly ever smiles so it’s a treat when those lips of his curl.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎 … the inside

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬. Failure. Watching those he cares about getting hurt/killed. Never finding out the answers to the questions he has about his mortality. 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞. Ignorance. Treating the GB equipment as toys. Someone being stubborn with him even though he’s just as, if not even more stubborn. Eating his snacks without his explicit permission. Touching anything in the lab without his explicit permission. Touching Ecto-1 without his explicit permission. 𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. To help others. To keep the world safe. To find a way to move on completely from one or two elements of his past. To live a full, content existence and go out on a high - or fall in a blaze of glory, if it means he causes some good by doing so.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 … thoughts

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩. You mean after his fourteen-minute nap a day? “Alright then, back to work.” 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭. Fungus. Ghosts. Science. Twinkies. 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝. “I’ll get to that when I wake up.”

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 … what’s better

𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐯𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬. Books. 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐎𝐑 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬. A poor question. Next.  𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐎𝐑 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐬. He’s indifferent to both.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 … do you

𝐥𝐢𝐞. Only when he has to. 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. Most of the time. 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. Again, a poorly-worded question. 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞. Too vague. Be more specific.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐗 … ever been

𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞. If lecture halls fit into this category, then absolutely. 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬. Hallucinogenics during college, for scientific purposes. 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧. Never.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 … favourites

𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫. Grey, red, green, brown. 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥. Does bacteria count? 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞. He doesn’t watch movies. 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞. Street Fighter: Egon VS Walter Peck Special Edition.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 … age

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞. November 21st. 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞. 35. 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲. 24.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 … in person

𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲. Curious. Open-minded. Not afraid to see the world for what it really is. Light-hearted. 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫. Superficial. 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫. Again, superficial. 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫. Quality time, emotional support, patience.

𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 … ’

𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞: — my work. 𝐢 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥: — positive. 𝐢 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞: — my Crunch bars. Go away, Venkman. 𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬: — being a professor, every now and again. 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡: — to do the best I can to help people.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘. @korinthiakos​ xoxo 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆. Hop right on in and steal it. You know you want to. ;)

#𝙸 𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙻𝙴𝙲𝚃 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝚁𝙴𝚂 𝙼𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙵𝚄𝙽𝙶𝚄𝚂. (HEADCANONS)

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Spore definition biology

The dark, round masses inside the cells of this clover root are vesicules for the arbuscular mycorrhizal fungus (AM).Ĭredit: Elaine R. P lease contact the Soil and Water Conservation Society at for assistance with copyrighted (credited) images. The sheath in this photo is white, but they may be black, orange, pink, or yellow.Ĭredit: USDA, Forest Service, PNW Research Station, Corvallis, Oregon. The fungus does not actually invade root cells but forms a sheath that penetrates between plant cells. P lease contact the Soil and Water Conservation Society at for assistance with copyrighted (credited) images.Įctomycorrhizae are important for nutrient absorption by tree and grape roots. 48 from Soil Microbiology and Biochemistry Slide Set. P lease contact the Soil and Water Conservation Society at for assistance with copyrighted (credited) images.įungus beginning to decompose leaf veins in grass clippings.Ĭredit: No. Tree roots (brown) are connected to the symbiotic mycorrhizal structure (bright white) and fungal hyphae (thin white strands) radiating into the soil.Ĭredit: Randy Molina, Oregon State University, Corvallis. Many plants depend on fungi to help extract nutrients from the soil. For example, nematode-trapping fungi that parasitize disease-causing nematodes, and fungi that feed on insects may be useful as biocontrol agents. Root-pathogenic fungi, such as Verticillium, Pythium, and Rhizoctonia, cause major economic losses in agriculture each year. The third group of fungi, pathogens or parasites, cause reduced production or death when they colonize roots and other organisms. Ericoid mycorrhizal fungi can by either ecto- or endomycorrhizal. Arbuscular mycorrhizal (AM) fungi are a type of endomycorrhizal fungi. The second major group of mycorrhizae are the endomycorrhizae that grow within the root cells and are commonly associated with grasses, row crops, vegetables, and shrubs. One major group of mycorrhizae, the ectomycorrhizae (see third photo below), grow on the surface layers of the roots and are commonly associated with trees. In exchange for carbon from the plant, mycorrhizal fungi help solubolize phosphorus and bring soil nutrients (phosphorus, nitrogen, micronutrients, and perhaps water) to the plant. Mutualists – the mycorrhizal fungi – colonize plant roots.In addition, many of the secondary metabolites of fungi are organic acids, so they help increase the accumulation of humic-acid rich organic matter that is resistant to degradation and may stay in the soil for hundreds of years. Like bacteria, fungi are important for immobilizing, or retaining, nutrients in the soil. A few fungi are called “sugar fungi” because they use the same simple substrates as do many bacteria. These fungi generally use complex substrates, such as the cellulose and lignin, in wood, and are essential in decomposing the carbon ring structures in some pollutants. Decomposers – saprophytic fungi – convert dead organic material into fungal biomass, carbon dioxide (CO2), and small molecules, such as organic acids.Soil fungi can be grouped into three general functional groups based on how they get their energy. Fungal hyphae physically bind soil particles together, creating stable aggregates that help increase water infiltration and soil water holding capacity. They convert hard-to-digest organic material into forms that other organisms can use. Along with bacteria, fungi are important as decomposers in the soil food web. A single individual fungus can include many fruiting bodies scattered across an area as large as a baseball diamond.įungi perform important services related to water dynamics, nutrient cycling, and disease suppression. Fungal fruiting structures (mushrooms) are made of hyphal strands, spores, and some special structures like gills on which spores form. Hyphae sometimes group into masses called mycelium or thick, cord-like “rhizomorphs” that look like roots. A few fungi, such as yeast, are single cells. A single hyphae can span in length from a few cells to many yards. Hyphae are usually only several thousandths of an inch (a few micrometers) in diameter. Fungi are microscopic cells that usually grow as long threads or strands called hyphae, which push their way between soil particles, roots, and rocks.

#Spore definition biology

[ogradyfilm]

Ghostbusters: Afterlife - What’s Wrong with a Little Fan Service?

[The following essay contains MAJOR SPOILERS; YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!]

A tower of books stacked from floor to ceiling, so perfectly balanced that not even an earthquake can topple it. A shelf containing a collection of mold, spore, and fungus samples. A Twinkie stashed in a glove compartment. Jason Reitman’s Ghostbusters: Afterlife is packed with allusions to its 1984 predecessor. Some of these references call attention to themselves; others are content to haunt the background without comment. In either case, fans of the original film are sure to notice them and rejoice.

A few vocal critics, however, insist that Ghostbusters: Afterlife relies too heavily on such nostalgic winks and nods, sacrificing a distinctive identity in favor of empty “fan service.” Pardon my bluntness, but I simply can’t bring myself to agree with these shallow, hyperbolic “art is dead” sentiments. Yes, it is true that the movie resurrects Harold Ramis via CGI for one last reunion with his old costars; you could make a convincing argument that this controversial creative choice sets a dangerous precedent… but in my opinion, this specific posthumous cameo appearance is executed with remarkable taste and tact, paying tribute to the man that really tied the franchise together (somebody needed to rein in Dan Aykroyd’s ambitious vision).

And while the plot revisits familiar narrative territory—wanton destruction of property during first contact with the paranormal, possession by horny hellhounds, a climactic showdown with Gozer the Gozerian—Reitman and his collaborators also contribute plenty of new ingredients to the formula. McKenna Grace's Phoebe Spengler, for example, is an inspired protagonist; her character arc—an awkward loner gradually finding herself amongst fellow outcasts and underdogs—adds a layer of internal conflict that was absent from the series’ previous two installments.

Ultimately, though, Ghostbusters: Afterlife is enjoyable neither because of nor in spite of its abundance of fan service; it succeeds on its own merits. Still, as a longtime fan (practically since I was in diapers, chugging Ecto Cooler out of a sippy cup), I can't deny that this belated sequel served me exactly what I wanted.

And there is absolutely nothing wrong with that.

#Ghostbusters: Afterlife #Ghostbusters #Harold Ramis #Jason Reitman #McKenna Grace #Dan Aykroyd #Ivan Reitman #Bill Murray #Ernie Hudson #Gozer the Gozerian #film #writing #movie review

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Episode Review- The Real Ghostbusters: Janine’s Day Off

Gotta say, this really felt like a filler episode.  Not that it was bad, of course.  But still largely forgettable, apart from one particular element.

The episode opens with Janine giving a woman a tour of the Firehouse.  It’s not made clear right away, but this new woman is named Louise. And the reason why Janine is giving her this tour is because Janine is taking the night off.  Which means Louise, who was sent in from a temp agency, is going to fill the role of the Ghostbusters’ secretary for the evening. Elsewhere in the Firehouse, Winston is helping Egon out in working on another one of Egon’s inventions.  This new invention is quickly revealed to be a device that could open a dimensional gateway, which Egon hopes would act as a two-way conduit to the supernatural world.  In other words, Egon is now trying to mess around with portal technology. Winston makes a remark over how the notion doesn’t sit right with him, and I don’t blame him.  After all, the thing about opening dimensional gateways is that they tend to open both ways.  Although, Egon doesn’t respond to Winston’s comment and the two leave the room, with Egon shutting off the power to the machine as they exit. Of course, once they leave, Slimer suddenly glides into the room and quickly notices the power switch.  Out of curiosity, I guess, Slimer turns the power switch to the ‘on’ position, but when he notices the dimensional portal machine activating, he panics and quickly turns it off again. But not quick enough, though.  Six orbs of light emerge from a glass bulb affixed to the top of the machine, with each orb turning into an Imp.

It then cuts to the Firehouse’s kitchen/dining area.  There, it’s revealed that Egon had previously agreed to join Janine on her night off, in which they’d go to Canarsie (a neighborhood in Brooklyn) in order to have dinner with Janine’s family.  As you might expect, this reveal was the highlight of the episode for me, as an unapologetic Egon/Janine shipper.  Egon is actually joining Janine for a family dinner?  Even if they’re not officially dating, Egon is still having dinner with Janine’s family.  That’s a pretty major milestone!

Anyway, Janine enters the room to collect Egon and to introduce Louise to Peter, Winston and Ray.  As one would expect, Peter has an instant attraction to Louise and begins trying to lay on the charm.  But as he goes to pour her a cup of coffee, the Imps, who had managed to scurry past them without anyone noticing, end up stabbing Peter’s hand with a pitchfork as he reaches for the kettle.  Peter, having not noticed the Imps yet, announces that the kettle is going haywire.  Ray states it’s probably just an electrical short and that he’ll fix it later. With that, Janine leads Egon away, ignoring his sudden reluctance/cold feet.

Sometime later, Egon and Janine arrive at Canarsie.  Egon states he’s not sure if he’s ready to meet her family, though Janine tells him she’s more worried about if her family is ready to meet him.  (Seriously, are we supposed to conclude that they’re dating now?) Despite their reservations, Janine rings the doorbell outside an apartment, and we’re promptly introduced to Janine’s family.  We’re not directly told which family members these are, but I’m guessing they’re Janine’s parents, along with her grandmother, sister (who Janine previously mentioned in Mrs. Roger’s Neighborhood), brother-in-law and nephew.  Janine’s Mother(?) quickly greets them, and even seems to instantly recognize Egon. Which suggests Janine had previously told her mother about Egon.  (Dawwww!) Janine’s Nephew(?), on the other hand, doesn’t hesitate to establish that he’s a bit of a brat, as he immediately shoots Egon with a water pistol. Still, the family dinner commences without further incident.  Although, at one point, Egon transfers some of the soup he’s eating to a sample jar he has with him.  When Janine notices this, she asks what he’s doing, and Egon tells her he’s planning to add the soup sample to his collection of spores, mold and fungus. (That’s kinda bordering on rude, Egon!) Once again, Janine’s Nephew squirts him with his water pistol, much to Egon’s annoyance.  And I’m left wondering why this kid’s parents didn’t take the water pistol away from him after the first incident.

Back at the Firehouse, Ray is busy examining the electric kettle, but soon concludes that nothing seems wrong with it.  That’s when he finally notices one of the Imps running around.  He hurries downstairs to tell Peter and Winston that there are Imps loose in the kitchen.  Louise, overhearing this, seems worried about there being an actual ghost roaming about the Firehouse.  (Does she not know about Slimer?)  Peter, still trying to impress her, reassures Louise, but one the Imps immediately jabs him in the hand again.  Peter attempts to retaliate by trapping the Imp in a glass jar, but the Imp escapes by shattering the glass with his trident.  In a matter of seconds, the other five Imps also reveal themselves and start causing all sorts of mayhem.  Despite their best efforts, Winston, Ray and Peter cannot seem to wrangle the Imps. After this goes on for a while, Peter decides to try and simply zap the Imps with a Proton Pack. Ray tries to warn him against this, but Peter insists it’s fine as he has the Proton Pack dialed to ‘low power.’  However, when Peter zaps one of the Imps, the Imp suddenly splits into six more Imps.

Aaaaannnnddd this is when Peter starts being dumb.  Because instead of him immediately figuring out that simply zapping the Imps was a bad move, I guess he decided ‘okay, let me try a higher setting.  Maybe it’ll work that time.’  Of course, this only results in even more Imps running around.  Winton announces that it’s time for them to call up Egon in the hopes that he can offer a better solution to the Imp problem. Upon hearing what happened at the Firehouse, Egon decides it might be best for him to leave the family get-together early so he could help resolve the issue in person.  Upon being notified of this, Janine decides to go back to the Firehouse with him, possibly because she was getting annoyed by her nephew terrorizing and chasing around the family cat.  (Seriously, are Janine’s sister and brother-in-law not doing anything to keep their kid under control?)

So Ray and Winston head off in the Ecto-1 to go pick up Egon and Janine.  This leaves Louise and Peter to fend off the Imps on their own until they get back.  Understandably, Louise is not pleased about this arrangement as she did not sign up to deal with a horde of Imps causing mischief.  Peter, still trying to charm Louise, attempts to reassure her that they have it under control.  But then he tries to solve the problem on his own again.  He speculates that if zapping the Imps caused them to multiply, then perhaps reversing the polarity would have the opposite effect.  Of course, while I can’t find much fault in his logic, he seems to be forgetting what happened in Adventures in Slime and Space.  Sure enough, when he tries implementing his new plan, with Egon and Ray returning a little too late to stop him, the dozens of Imps do indeed fuse together.  But this results in the Imps transforming into a large demonic creature.  The Imp Demon immediately turns and escapes by bursting through the Firehouse wall, promptly running rampant onto the city streets, much to the terror of the random people milling about.  To make matters worse, it seems that the Imp Demon severed the electrical wiring in the walls when it broke out, resulting in the Firehouse’s lights going off.  

Here, the episode kinda splits into two separate subplots.  Obviously, the Ghostbusters have to head out to try and capture the Imp Demon.  But Janine also notices that Louise has disappeared.  Because the lights going out in the Firehouse was the last straw for her nerves, and she’s now hiding in the basement.  While you can’t help but feel bad for the poor woman, this means that Janine has to go find her.

As Janine begins searching for Louise in the darkened Firehouse, Louise regains enough of her nerves to try and find a light switch.  Of course, as you might expect, this results in her coming across that dimensional portal machine that Egon and Winston hand been working on earlier.  Thinking it might be an emergency generator, she switches it on, unwittingly conjuring up three additional ghosts.  After a while, Janine successfully locates Louise, but those three ghosts also manage to get their hands on a spare Proton Pack that was lying around.  And they proceed to chase Janine, Slimer and Louise around the Firehouse for a bit. Until Janine finds that other Proton Pack Peter had revered the polarity on.  Acting quickly, she switches on the modified Proton Pack and returned fire at the three ghosts.  When the modified stream collided with the regular stream, the two beams canceled each other out.  This caused the three ghosts to get scared, and they immediately surrender.

Meanwhile, the Ghostbusters are still chasing down the Imp Demon. Upon catching up to the Imp Demon, they soon discover the Proton Packs are ineffective against him.  Probably because the Imp Demon had too much psychokinetic energy or something.  So they have to come up with another idea.  To try and draw the Imp Demon away from the innocent bystanders while they think of a solution, the Ghostbusters get his attention by ramming the Ecto-1 into his leg.  This does get the Imp Demon’s attention, and he proceeds to chase after the Ecto-1. Eventually, Winston notifies the others that they’re running out of gas, so they need to come up with a solution pretty quick.  Thankfully, Egon gets an idea.  He speculates that perhaps they can capture the Imp Demon if they supercharge the Proton Packs.  To execute Egon’s plan, the Ghostbusters drive to a nearby powerplant.  There, Egon and Ray head inside in order to make the necessary modifications to the Proton Pack while Peter and Winston were tasked with keeping to Imp Demon occupied.  Which basically meant they had to allow the Imp Demon to chase them around for a bit.  Admittedly, I don’t really have an issue with them giving this task to Peter.  After all, it was his boneheaded ideas that caused the issue with the Imp Demon in the first place.  Making him the one to be chased around for a bit seems like a fitting punishment.  However, it kinda stinks that Winston has to act as bait like this as well.  After all, he didn’t do anything wrong.  Of course, I suppose the episode had to give him something to do, as he doesn’t have the technical knowhow that Ray and Egon have and therefore couldn’t assist them in modifying the Proton Pack.  In any event, Egon’s plan ends up working, and the Imp Demon is successfully captured.

Afterwards, the Ghostbusters return to the Firehouse.  But upon arriving, they are shocked to find the place in a shambles.  Because the incident with the three ghosts resulted in an even bigger mess to occur.  As they take in the mess, Janine approaches them with Louise at her side.  She announces that, since her night off was ruined, she’s going to take the next day off instead.  With that, Janine walks out of the Firehouse with Louise.  In the process, she tosses some cleaning supplies at the Ghostbusters, indicating that she expects them to clean up the mess themselves.  

Yeah, I have a slight issue with this ending.   It’s almost as if the episode is suggesting it’s the Ghostbusters fault that Janine gave up her night off, and that they’re responsible for the mess that resulted from the Imps and the three ghosts.  However, Janine didn’t necessarily have to leave her family dinner to go back to the Firehouse.  She decided to do that on her own.  Of course, I suppose we’d be here for quite a while if we played the blame game.  And Janine does deserve a bit of time off from time to time.  Also, it was interesting that we got to meet her family in this episode.  Which makes Winston the only character whose family we haven’t met yet.  (I think that’s remedied in a future episode, though.)

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#the real ghostbusters #rgb episode review #ghostbusters franchise

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Hhhhhhhhh god, horror versions of the riders

Idk what Death would be like, but the others? Yeah,, no thanks

Famine already came from a Horror type AU, so his horror aspects would be more enhanced, in a way. Like, instead of a hole in his head, he might be missing close to half of his head. Then you're also looking at some scary teeth, gross black vomit/drool stuff being a more frequent problem, and he may have more spikes along his body than he does now, as well as more obvious claws. His jaw is in pretty bad shape, so he can barely talk and mostly just makes sounds instead

War would be some sort of glitchy, chaotic individual who's got a few screws loose. She still makes blue thread, but probably not as much, considering how she's lost an arm. She also could glitch from place to place instead of walking, because she staggers and something could be wrong with one of her legs. She continuously looks for Pest, but in her state, physical contact causes her a great deal of pain, so it saddens her that she can't even touch her soulmate

Ret appears as some kinda shadow lurker. He can't be in the light because it hurts him, and he's got a nasty looking crack running down half of his face. His ghostly tendrils appear more frequently and he has less control over his aura, meaning that every time he appears, he brings darkness and this overwhelming feeling of dread. He becomes violent if he thinks you might be preparing to hit him with a source of light, and he can't stand being near Connie, since in a way, her soul gives off light. It's faint, but it's still there (He's like Diana from Lights Out, but more calm and civil)

And Connie. Poor, poor Connie. She's got a busted leg and bad limp, her eye lights are faded, and her clothes are torn, hanging loosely on her since her ecto isn't present anymore. Sometimes her body cracks, and on the rare occasion where she gets knocked down somehow, her head might even pop off and need reattachment. If you get close enough to look at her neck, you'll also notice some scarring in a perfectly straight line. In trying to see the scar though, you'd have to remove her scarf/bandana thing, which isn't easy because she'll get upset. Very, very upset

Pest... yeah. He probably has some nasty fungus growing on him or something, and because of the instability with his magic, his touch could not only cause illness, but it may also cause you to start rotting, too. He doesn't smile anymore, seeming in a daze as he wanders around, followed by a freaky amount of rats as he searches for War, not knowing where she is or if she's ok

#rambles #some of these are more sad than scary #but just think about what it'd look like if they lashed out at someone

[writing-the-end]

WS Chapter 47- Fire and Brimstone

Previous Chapter

Masterpost

So.....i didn’t have the chance to fully edit this. I got some really unwelcome news followed by an argument, and suddenly it was almost 8:30. If there’s any mistakes, feel free to yell at me in the comments or my ask.

Ecto belongs to @cooler-cactus-block

Red belongs to @theguardiansofredland​

Avon was on watch, but Ecto slips into the darkness without her friend noticing. Normally, all three wanderers try to sleep close together. To minimize the threat of attack, and to make packing up easier. Plus, cuddles. But since their fight, Ecto had distanced herself. Kept the fire between herself and the others. She ate alone, she curled up to sleep alone. She was used to being alone- that’s how she was for most of her life. 

So leaving alone shouldn’t have been so hard. But it was. It took all her strength not to turn around, to return to the warmth and comfort that the fire, that her friends offer. Ecto was not backing down- not now. She’s decided what she’ll do. She can’t sit around and let people decide her fate, sit around and watch things happen. She was going to stand, and fight. Put herself between the danger and those who aren’t as strong willed as her. And get to bash a few enemies in the process was a bonus.

Ecto didn’t know how to make a nether portal- rather, she didn’t know how to make obsidian. She tried to rip it apart from a pond of cooled lava a few days back, but the fragile volcanic glass shattered in her hands. It was while Ecto was watching rain fall, cooling the lava into the black stone that she realized what she can do. 

She may not have the tools to mine obsidian, but she does have two buckets and two pools of liquid nearby. It’s a consuming process, dangerous at best. Lava pours from the heated bucket, and she has to be quick to douse the flames before they burn down the forest around her. She singes her fingers and hair a few times, but manages to construct an obsidian rift frame. Ecto takes a step back, counting to make sure she has the right dimensions. The black frame is imposing, volcanic glass absorbing and refracting light away from the structure. 

Ecto pulls out the flint and steel, looking over her shoulder. She doesn’t know what she’s looking out for, or searching for. Maybe she’s searching for prying eyes- either the hellspawns or her own friends. Maybe she’s hoping her friends will see her, join her. But the only other creature watching as she ignites the portal is a pig. And even the pig flees. Ecto gets a shiver in her spine, a feeling in the pit of her stomach that this is a stupid, dangerous idea. 

Which is why she jumps in before her body can hesitate. Ecto has grown used to the feeling of traveling between worlds and dimensions. She’s used to the feeling of everything and nothing, used to feeling like she’s hungry and full, used to being in unbearable agony and perfect euphoria. 

But it still doesn’t mean she’s able to catch herself when she stumbles to the other side. She goes crashing into the red dirt. It’s clumpy, like clay rather than soil, staining her skin and clothes the color of blood. Ecto checks to make sure it isn’t actually blood, breathing out relief when she clears herself. 

Ecto stands to her feet, looking around. So this is the Nether, the one thing Avon fears above everything else. It’s hot...really hot, and that’s coming from Ecto. She looks up, trying to find the sun as she walks. It has to be the sun that is making this so- 

She catches herself before she drops into lava. One foot already over the ledge, she practically jumps back from the sizzling sea of molten rock. Okay, it’s not the sun. It’s entire lakes and seas of lava. Grey sand catches on Ecto’s feet as she walks the beach, the grain sticking to her shoes and wisping across with her. Dragging her down, making her slower. She swears it feels like hands are on her feet, and with each step she can hear a distant scream. Is that the sand? Or some creature she’s yet to lay her eyes on? She feels like she’s walking in a massive cavern. There is no sky, only more and more of this netherrack and soulsand. Not the endless void of the End, or the midnight sky of the Overworld. The only light comes from the sea of fire below her, or the few deposits of glowing stone above her head. Starbursts of yellow light, across the angry red scene before her. 

Sometimes, when Ecto is walking, she passes by slight changes in the nether. The air grows cooler, calmer. Beneath her feet, she notices the netherrack has been disturbed. Blue and red fungus buried in their own soil, crushed and overturned. She can see the roots of trees, long cut and burned away. She crouches down, picking up a broken vine. The cut is clean- cut with a tool. 

At first, Ecto can’t see the fortress. The red brick blends in with the red wall and the red ceiling and the red mist that it’s hard to outline. It’s not until she gets closer, noticing the heavy foot traffic in the netherrack that Ecto understands where she is. The fortress rises from the netherrack, grand staircases and fences in the same uniform style and color as the rest of the building. Pylons emerge from the sea of fire, holding up open air bridges high in the cavern. Square, enclosed buildings rise from the bridges, guarded by beasts that seem to be aflame as they move. Blazing, curling and turning like dancing fire as they hover. Definitely not something Ecto wants to deal with. 

She ducks into the long halls, the tunnels along the bridges. She can hear murmuring in the distance, and the ringing of metal against metal echoing down the halls. While initially drawn towards the sound of a fight, Ecto backs off. Avon was right about one thing- they’re outmatched. And as long as they have the dragon egg, as long as they have the upper hand, the wanderers will continue to only be runaways. She’s not here to fight a battle- she’s here to win a war. Hit them where it hurts. 

It’s been a long time since Ecto’s been alone. How long have the wanderers been travelling? The heat does remind her of her desert, a comfortable warmth that she does her best not to get distracted by. She misses the hot, dry climate of her home biome. And now, she finds that she’s starting to miss the presence of friends. She’s so used to being alone, why now does it bother her? Why does she wish for Red’s bouncing enthusiasm, Avon calm demeanor? She doesn’t need them to do this. She can do this by herself. She didn’t need to wait for them to forget her, to leave her. 

She left them. Ecto jumps into a patch of warty fungi, ducking under a staircase as armored footsteps march down the stairs. She covers her mouth and nose with a wrapped mask, tight and secure along her lower face. Muffling her harsh breath, and filtering a little bit of the awful brimstone scent in the air. How does anyone learn to live with this scent, like chicken eggs left in a chest for too long? 

Ecto slips down the hall, trying to be as stealthy as her lanky body can let her. She pulls her scarves close, and runs across the hard netherbrick like she’s running across sand. Soft footsteps in bouncing strides that disturb as little as possible. She peeks down the corridors, slips up staircases, edges around lava pits. 

Until she stops. At first, the voices sound exactly like Red and Avon. Red’s lighter, higher toned voice against Avon’s pitchy chatter. Except the tone of Red’s voice is sharp, like a knife cutting through their enemy, while Avon’s doesn’t have the husky tone from years of disuse. 

That’s not Red and Avon. They haven’t followed Ecto into the end. It’s their antithesis- Blu and Nova. And Endo. “Would you just shut up already, Nova? You don’t need to go telling the whole goddamn barrack about this brilliant master plan.” 

“It’s not like you came up with it in the first place.” Blu posits, blade swinging in lazy circles as they come around the corner. Ecto crams herself into a high up corner, dark and hopefully out of view of the hellspawns. She could’ve run, or hidden beneath the stairs- but that’s just not her train of thought. 

“But I’m the best one to explain to the rest of the army! What, would you rather Endo bores this entire squadron to death with her long winded essays on perfect battle strategy and undercutting the enemy?” Nova whacks her hand against Blu’s head, embers bursting from the firey hair tied back in a short ponytail. “And I doubt your rattled mind even knows what the plan is.” 

“I know that we need to do something with that egg.” Blu hisses. “And I know that this would all be over with already if we could just kill off those three idiots!” 

Endo shakes her head, the slick magma of her hair shifting color but hardly moving. “No matter how much we raize the nether, warped forests and fungi keep regrowing. The warped magic is coming from the End, but we can only guess that crimson magic is invading from the overworld.” 

“Of course it is. That place is freaky and weird enough, it just had to spill over and start growing shit all over the nether. But what does that have to do with the egg?” The trio pass by, hardly walking in unison. In fact, Ecto couldn’t say any of the three look remotely like friends, or even allies. They’re bodies are tense, especially when on gets too close to another. Ecto isn’t sure if he’s ever heard them not fighting- not just bickering like Ecto and Avon sometimes do, but full on attacking one another. Ecto leans out, trying to listen in as the hellspawns keep walking on. 

“You would like to know, wouldn’t you?” Endo stops, letting the others screech to a halt. Endo doesn’t look over her shoulders, but a horrible chill goes down Ecto’s spine all the same. “A little far from home, aren’t you Overlander?”

#sorry for my shitty mood #i just really don't want to deal with stuff anymore #wandering stars #ecto #avon #red #minecraft #mineblr #minesona #mcsona #minecraft persona

[tats-ass-sass]

Yellow Knight (Tricholoma equestre) mushrooms found on the floor of a mixed wood forest, nearby a flowing stream.

This is an (ecto)mycorrhizal species, meaning that it forms a mutually beneficial relationship with trees. Ecto, as opposed to endo, means that the mycelium (the actually "main" part of fungi, as opposed to the fruit body mushrooms we can only see during the sexual reproduction phases of the fungi) does not penetrate the cell walls of the trees roots, but just form a sheathing coating.

Mycorrhizal fungi help the tree by supplying more moisture and mineral nutrients than the roots could manage themselves. In return, fungi receive sugars produced via photosynthesis by the tree.

The Yellow Knight is described as edible, with precautions.

#mushrooms #mushlove #fungilover #mushrooms #mycelium #mushroomphotography #fungiphile #mycology #fungus #nature #inthewoods #mushroomsofinstagram #mushroomseason #youfungus #simplenaturefinds #forestmagic #mushroomlove #fungi_fan_club #mycologists #fungifanatic #fungiphotography #mushroomhunting #foraging #mushrooms_of_our_world #fungiofinstagram

#mushrooms #fungilove #mycelium #mushroom photography #mycology #fungus #nature #in the woods #forest #forest magic #fungifanatic #fungiphotography #mushroom hunting #foraging

[benevolentgodloki]

Week 11

No sign of Kurt or our alternate Steve yet but we live in hope.

Amora gained a positive quirk while meditating: Balanced: Less likely to be pushed or pulled about in battle. Steve went to the sanitarium to have his curiosity quirk removed. No more poking things! Frigga went to pray to reduce her stress.

Team this mission: Valkyrie, Thor, Stephen and Kili.

Mission:  Scout. Weald again. Short. Level 1.

First corridor: Surprise battle with fungal monsters and a cultist. Drawn out fight but easily dealt with. Thor’s shouts allowed most attacks to be dodged.

Room battle: Stressful and Thor took some nasty hits. Stephen’s healing wasn’t as effective. His pulls of the squishy baddies were however highly so and Valkyrie smashed them. Kili’s doge did a good job too! 

Next corridor: Maggots and a spider. Easily squished.

Big room battle: Ectoplasm and cultists. Tough fight as the ectos smooshed together to make a biggun. The team pulled together and bested them, not too worse for wear.

Room battle: Fungus and cultists again. Held out well and defeated them. Torches have now run out eep.

Corridor: Undead and cultists. Handled easily but in pitch dark oof.

Success!

Valkyrie

Gained a positive quirk: Second Wind: Does more damage when health low.

Stephen

Gained a positive quirk: Early Riser: Speedier when torchlight high.

Kili

Gained a positive quirk: Quickdraw: Extra speed in first combat round.

Nicely done team!

Players mentioned this week: @aesir-modir @valiancedefined @araedi @surgeonofthemysticarts @alwaysxinxtrouble

#outofillusions #Pirate plays Darkest Dungeon