moldypaintbrush1942
Dodger
Dear readers,Hello, my name is Dodger, Egon Spengler enjoyer.I am a 23 y/o autistic, Catholic woman (she/her) with a hyperfixation fixed on the Ghostbusters franchise.I also enjoy true crime, weird stuff, Jeopardy / trivia and paranormal things.I enjoy making art and writing. Most my work currently revolves around my Egon x OC (Grayson Lee) fic I am working on.My dms and asks are always open for anything at all. Hope y’all enjoy my page ✌️
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i can't stop thinking about ghostbusters i have never before been so invested in gb EVER until NOW. i watched the movie on the 1st of april. it's been 15 days. i've read all of the autistic phoebe spengler tagged fics on ao3. it's so over. all i can think about is ghostbusters.
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It’s hip to be square, baby.
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Late night chess games, Egon always wins.
You should see Lee play Egyptian Rat Snake though.
#ghostbusters#ghostbustingreen#ghostbuster#egon spengler#egon my beloved#ghostbusters egon#original character
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#ghostbusters#ghostbustingreen#ghostbuster#egon spengler#egon my beloved#ghostbusters egon#ghostbusters peter
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Everyone i present to you the worst thing i have ever created
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Grayson James Lee was born on December 31st in 1962 in a rural Oklahoma town. The seventh child in a family of ten children, and the only girl, her parents were surprised to say the least. Her parents retained the original name they’d chosen in expectation of a boy, Grayson James, and did not bother to change it. Because of this, she typically went by her last name, Lee, instead of her first or second name. As it seemed more feminine. In her early childhood she struggled to fit in with her peers. Autistic but undiagnosed until the 1980s. Often feeling outcasted and strange, she tended to keep to herself and had few friends. Her parents noticed her strange behavior and tried to lovingly discourage it in an attempt to help her better fit in.
To cope she would create imaginary friends.
She would also bury herself in stories of monsters, ghosts and aliens, feeling somewhat naturally drawn to them. Seeing herself in the monsters, as a creature rejected or misunderstood by those around it. A young Lee could often be seen carrying a weathered and torn copy of Frankenstein. She loved to talk about these stories, which her parents found bothersome and would often shush her whenever she spoke of them. They often became exacerbated by their daughter's strange behavior. This, however, never really got to Lee and she remained a fairly happy and go-lucky child, seemingly unaware of her treatment. She continued to love her ghost and monster stories and talking with her imaginary friends.
At age ten, Lee was subject to a paranormal experience.
After this, the young girls obsession with the paranormal only grew. She invests all her time outside of school into researching ghosts and folklore, determined to learn more about what happened to her.
As she gets older, she starts thinking about her future. She dreams of leaving Oklahoma. Dreams of bigger things and escaping her hometown. She chooses to pursue her interest in the paranormal and, after much consideration, enrolls at Padova university in Italy. Her parents do not approve of her decision to pursue a college degree and try to talk her out of going. But after receiving a full ride grant from an anonymous donor, she is dead set on going. Three days after turning eighteen, she boards a plane and takes off for Italy.
She studied at Padova for ten years. Receiving a dual bachelors in folkloristics and anthropology with a minor in demonology, a masters in parapsychology and a PHD in folkloristics.
In November of 1989, Lee finished her studies in Italy and made plans to move back to the United States, but to live in New York City instead of returning to Oklahoma. She returned to the states after graduation and after a small reunion with her family in Oklahoma, she moved to a small apartment in Manhattan. She began looking for a job, hoping to find something using her degrees, but came up with no luck. Even at universities and research institutes. She considered applying for positions at MIT and moving to Boston. But ultimately gave up on this idea.
She ultimately obtained a job as a waitress at a small diner and scraped by while continuing to strew through classifieds looking for a better job. But again with no luck.
During New Years Day, she witnessed the manifestation and take down of Vigo Carpethian by the Ghostbusters, standing outside the museum and watching the events unfold. She instantly becomes obsessed with the Ghostbusters and begins researching them and their past. She spends hours going over city records, newspapers and old magazines studying them and their past. She even makes visits to the firehouse just to walk by and see if she can spot anyone or anything, but it is usually closed and she never sees anyone come in or out.
But in early February of 1990, she is reading through the classifieds in the paper and becomes ecstatic after seeing an ad published by the Ghostbusters Corp. seeking an employee.
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YOURE SO WELCOME!!
Thank you @moldypaintbrush1942 for this amazing piece of art
They drew my oc , Sal and I’ve never stimmed so hard frfr
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Egon Spengler really thinks he's some kind of genius or scientist. Like, bitch, you failed a fuckin eye test. SMH
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Babe wake up new favorite color just dropped.
So I was buying an Egon Duck, when I saw the specifications jsjsjs
Ah yes, Egon, my favorite color💕👀j
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For all the Egon fans who need a sudble background so it won't be too awkward for people to see your phone and will save some explanations 😉
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oc asks that reveal more than you think
Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite?
Can they take care of a plant? What about a pet? What about a child?
Ask them to describe their love interest.
Do they look good in red?
Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Will they give one, and what about?
Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is?
Describe them in three words. Now let them describe themself in three words.
Do complex puzzles intrigue or frustrate them?
Do they empathize with non-sentient things (dolls, plants, books…)?
What age do they most want to be right now?
They’ve won the lottery. Spend, or save?
Do they like romance in the books they read (or in the book they’re in)?
Name one thing their parents taught them.
Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure’? Do they have any?
What would they consider a waste of time– other than school or work?
If money wasn’t a limit, what would they wear?
Do they like children?
Kissing: tongue or no tongue?
Do they study before tests? Practice before job interviews?
What do they like that nobody else does?
What would it take for them to break up with someone? What would be the last straw?
Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What’s their go-to?
Stability or novelty?
Honesty or charity?
Safety or possibility?
Talent or effort?
Forgiveness or vengeance (or…)?
Would they date a fixer-upper?
What recurring dreams do they have?
What would they do if they knew it would be forgiven?
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Can you write us some Egon as a grandpa happy stuff please 🥺
Of course I can
Yeah don’t mind the GIF
“The monsters gone and your Grandpas here”
Egon being a grandpa to reader because if I’m honest I dont really know Phoebe that well character wise and I’m not in the mood for angst.
You were only six when you first visited your grandfathers house. Looking up at the somewhat tall building clutching your little backpack in one hand your teddy under the same arm, you hesitated before stepping up to the door and knocked. Egon pushed his glasses up and opened the door grinning at the sight of his grandchild. He knelt down and opened his arms for a hug which you rushed into. You loved your grandpa so much, he was always showing you new inventions when he visited yours or stayed the night. You’d never been allowed to stay at his overnight before because your mother was hesitant. He’d not been there for her when she was younger, but Egon had a reason. Ghost busting wasn’t easy, and it was dangerous to. Even during the five year gap anything could have clung to him, he couldn’t risk harming his daughter.
He led you into the house and closed the door behind him. He took you upstairs to where you’d be staying the night, though unbeknownst to little you, you’d be staying with him for much much longer. He sat you on the bed, the wardrobe was packed with clothes he’d bought you, shoes anything clothes wise you’d need for now. “Now how about you get use to your new room while grandpa makes some dinner hm? I left a few inventions in here for you to look at” he smiled and stood leaving to the kitchen. You looked around and found the inventions he was talking about. One looked like a mini proton pack that he’d shown you a picture of. He told you all about when he was a ghostbuster, about the 100ft Stay Puft Man, about a possessed painting, mood slime that could be charged negatively or positively. It all seemed like a fairytale but his notes and colleagues had confirmed it was indeed true.
After dinner he told you more stories, the one about the first time they caught a ghost and Venkman got slimed, one about how Sal (Rays daughter), Ray, Winston and himself had been covered head to toe in ectoplasmic slime because they’d fallen into a whole river of it. You felt your eyes grow heavy as you slowly fell asleep on his lap. He carried you to bed and laid you down, kissing your forehead gently with a smile. You were so much like Callie…yet…so much like him. He sighed as he headed to bed and sat down rubbing his eyes. He took his glasses off and laid down falling asleep. It seemed like he was only asleep for a few hours before a scream filled the house. He sat up and grabbed his glasses running to your room.
You’d been woken up by a night terror and were currently sobbing and curled up in a ball. Egon pushed the door open and went over sitting on the bed “hey little dove what’s wrong? Was it one of the night terrors your mother told me about?” You hiccuped and looked up practically throwing yourself at him, into his arms. He rubbed your back and kissed your forehead, his rough but sturdy hand making small circles on your back. You whimpered and the crying died down to sniffling and hiccups. Egon held you close and kissed your forehead again rocking back and forth “the monsters gone and your grandpas here” Egon laid down on your bed next to you and played with your hair gently. He wanted to make sure that those nightmares would never bother you again. A smile spread across his face feeling your breathing return to a clam even pace, looking down you were fast on in his arms. “I love you..so much. You’re going to be a special girl when you grow up.
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