#PAnswer

[pang3l]

✨🧡🌙 SEND THIS TO TEN OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING ✨🧡🌙 (yoko, help..)

How can i be of service my sunflower?

[t4tgrumbo]

So if DocM77 is c!Tommy does that mean Zombiecleo is c!dre-*gunshot* /j

I mean................ /J

[pansetta]

Hi there 👋 any comments on Grian’s new skin?

He is fully leaning into the fisherman aesthetic this season

Man's fully lost it I tell you that. Part of me really wants him to get that mending book already, another wants to see how much longer this goes on to get ridiculous shit like this

I saw a clip of Scar commenting he looks like that one shop guy from Frozen and I fucking lost it because it's so true I can't unsee it djhLKSA

[panopticonrpg]

What happened to any potential technology the characters brought onto the island, like phones, cameras, etc.? Did it break or disappear or is it still working?

Hello, that's a fantastic question! All answers will be revealed re: tech on the island, in the first event drop! Which will be happening - 🤐🤐🤐 - please stay tuned!

~ Mod Gigi 🧿

[khai-pandius]

what if Blooregard Q. Kazoo Met your OC, Bloo?

I'm sure Bloo is gonna be so confused on how someone was able to meet him in where he is

[shizzlepianist]

“good morning, dr. spengler..”————————————————-

a/n: WOOOOO my first EVER oneshot! excuse how terrible this may be, the last time i remember writing anything related to oneshots/fanfics was when i was about 11? soo if this is terrible then my sincerest apologies 😭

this is essentially an introduction between (Y/N) and Spengs, after you call for a Ghostbuster to come check out a paranormal experience happening in your home, and it just happens to be Egon.

FYI: This story uses the title ‘Miss’, when the character is being addressed, so just putting that out there first! Also, as I’m sure you’ll already know, (Y/N) and (L/N) refer to your first and last name.

There is also a usage of the word ‘God’, used in an expression-y sort of way, so if that offends anyone then please do let me know so I can change it for next time!

enjoy!! :)

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An abrupt clattering coming from your kitchen was what woke you up at nearly 4 a.m.

Thoroughly disturbed, you sat bolt upright and turned on your bedroom lamp, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and slowly moving out of bed to go investigate the mysterious noise.

Another bang.

You jumped about a foot off of the floor, before continuing and not letting your downright fear get the better of you.

Eventually, you reached the kitchen, and turned on the light. Three china plates had ‘mysteriously’ fallen out of the cupboard and smashed onto the floor. Little pieces of plate were scattered all over, much to your disappointment. As if on cue, a growling noise came from your pantry door. It took you less than a second to fling the door open and investigate what the noise was.

A vast, cloudy setting appeared in front of you, and an ancient building could be seen in the distance. “Z U U L”, cried a demonic voice.

That was it. The pantry door was slammed, the kitchen light was turned off and you were running back, screaming. Once you reached your bedroom, you wrapped yourself in the covers and tried desperately to fall back to sleep. No luck.

A few hours passed, and it was now a reasonable time to get up. You didn’t dare go near the kitchen, so you stayed in your apartment living room and turned on the TV.

You didn’t pay much attention to the TV for long, as you had your head stuck in a magazine you had found at the local newsagents. That was, until, you heard an advert on television.

“Are you troubled by strange noises in the middle of the night?” questioned a friendly-looking man, whose name tag read “STANTZ.”

A second man, named “SPENGLER”, asked, “Do you experience feelings of dread in your basement or attic?”

“Have you or any of your family ever seen a spook, spectre, or ghost?” inquired the third, “VENKMAN”.

Stantz continued, “…if the panswer is yes then don’t wait another minute. Pick up your phone and call the professionals.”

“GHOSTBUSTERS,” they said in unison.

“Our courteous and efficient staff is on call twenty four hours a day to serve all your supernatural elimination needs,” Stantz informed.

“We’re ready to believe you!” was the final sentence of the advert, but even before that you had already picked up your telephone and dialled the number on-screen.

Within seconds, a Long Island accent spoke down the phone.

“Hello, Ghostbusters, how can I help you?”

“Uh… t-… there was some strange noises coming from my kitchen this morning, like bangs, and.. and clatters, and then when I checked, three of my plates had been thrown on the floor and smashed. And then, and then… I heard snarling coming from my pantry, and there was this creature in there saying “Zuul.”Could you send someone to come check it out?” You said in one long, quick sentence.

“Absolutely, just let me know the address and I’ll send someone straight to you,” the lady replied.

Sure enough, you gave her your address. “Thank you!” you chimed, before putting the phone down and tidying up a little before the Ghostbuster arrived. Playing back the advertisement, you looked at the man whose name was “SPENGLER”.

He is incredibly handsome, you thought. You were hoping on the inside that Dr. Spengler would come and analyse the scene that had occurred in your-

Knock, knock.

Jeez, how close is the Ghostbusters’ office?

You opened the door to meet a tall, bespectacled man with a charming smile and slightly curly hair.

He held his hand out and smiled, “Dr. Egon Spengler, nice to meet you.”

“Good morning, Dr. Spengler,” you replied, your tummy filling with that butterfly feeling.

“Where was the ghost activity that happened this morning? Janine, our receptionist didn’t tell me anything except your address and that you needed some help,” he chuckled, making your heart skip a beat again.

“In there,” you pointed to the kitchen door.

“Okay, has there been any more phenomena since you called?”

You shook your head.

Egon held a device in his hand that had little arms protruding out of it, slowly lowering and then getting higher, then lower, and so on, and made his way into the kitchen.

“Oh, jeez, it seems you really did need our help,” claimed Dr. Spengler, directing his eyes to the pieces of china plate laying on the floor.

“What is that thing?” you asked, motioning to the thing he was holding.

“This is a PKE meter, we use them pretty often. It helps us detect how much supernatural activity there is in an area. If the arms are at a low height, then there’s little to no activity and no need for a full-blown bust. If the arms are right at the top, then it’s serious and we have to deal with it immediately. At the minute, the level of paranormal activity in your kitchen is just over halfway, which obviously isn’t ideal but not the worst.”

“Ohh,” you responded, nodding slowly.

Shuddering, Egon turned his attention to some gooey green slime that was collecting on the edge of the plate cupboard.

“Great. Ectoplasm,” he collected a little bit in a small plastic tub, before asking, “…would you mind coming back to the firehouse, just to run a few tests and to further investigate your phenomena?” questioned Spengler.

“No, no, I wouldn’t mind at all,” you smiled, leading Dr. Spengler out of your apartment, locking the door and heading down the building stairs to the Ghostbusters’ car.

When you arrived at the firehouse, the three scientists you had seen on TV, Venkman, Stantz (who had both introduced themselves to you as Ray and Peter) and Spengler were all asking you questions and running tests. Sticky pads wired up to a machine were attached to your temples, and you could see it was being managed by Dr. Spengler.

“What do you think it was that caused your plates to smash, Miss..?”

“(L/N). (Y/N)(L/N). Uh, I mean, I think it was a ghost or a spirit that did it, hence why I rang up this morning. I think it’s something like a… a.. poltergeist? Isn’t that a ghost that throws things?”

“You are absolutely fantastic, Miss (L/N). Absolutely phenomenal, that’s correct,” called Dr. Venkman, smiling and applauding you.

Egon rolled his eyes. “Venkman, will you quit trying to chat up our clients, please?” he remarked, while adjusting the tabs on your head and looking at the screen to his left.

Both you and Ray laughed, while Venkman’s facial expression was stone cold.

“I don’t think he found that very funny,” you laughed, which made Stantz roar with laughter again, and Peter leave the room.

“Alright, so your tests all seem to be normal, so that means whatever paranormal entity is in your apartment hasn’t reached you, thankfully,” concluded Egon, gently removing the testing tabs from you.

Picking up your bag and coat, you thanked the boys for their help, and made your way down the firehouse stairs.

You were swiftly followed by the Ghostbusters, who waved goodbye to you and asked you to call back if anything else happened.

As they turned away to walk back up the stairs, you called out,

“…Dr. Spengler?”

He turned on his heel quicker than he had arrived at your apartment. “Hm?”

“I- I’d like to give you this,” you slid a piece of paper with your number written on it into his hand, and smiled.

He looked down at it through his glasses, lifted his head up and smiled back.

“Thank you, Miss (L/N). I’ll make sure to give you a call at some point. Thanks again for calling this morning,” he put his hand on your shoulder, failing to wipe the smile off of his face. He was smiling like an idiot as he removed his hand from your shoulder and walked away.

When you had finally left the firehouse, you let out a sigh of relief mixed with infatuation.

God, he was handsome.

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ending a/n: help i feel like this is gonna be a flop with a capital F loool , if you enjoyed this let me know and i’ll make more ig?? have a great day/night everyone 😌😌

[koledpan]

Your sona. 27

(Meant 17)

Groooovy 😎 thanks for the prompt!!

Palette prompt (x)

[ofthejunction]

Does Pan run with the Dire wolf pack?

She rumbles - shaking her head.

“While I’m supportive of the werewolves here making a pack - it’s not really my thing. We’ve got a few differences, given that I’m a Lycanthrope — and they’re more like children in my eyes.” Still, she snorts and shrugs. “If they want a real example of an Alpha, though, I’d be happy to show them.”

[hyenabreath]

I live above a corner store and they sell 20 oz bottles of faygo. With a goddamn sign that says "if you steal faygo, we will no longer carry it." This is the first place I've seen with faygo and I legit said "motherfucking miracles" in my Gamzee voice.

UH WHY ARE THEY STEALING IT ITS LIKE ??? SO FUCKING CHEAP?????? DO THEY NEED A DOLLAR????????

[nhylluan]

So apparently i accidentally panswered an ask about my smuggler privately so i’m going to re post it publicly. Thanks @sunsetofdoom​ for saving my ass with a screencap, enjoy some facts about Sherwin guys

[pang3l]

Bitch

What did i do 😀

[t4tgrumbo]

You also forget that DocM77 got the Logstedshrine treatment. He's basically c!Tommyinnit 2.0 just without the massive knowledge of redstone.

OH MY GODD NO WAY 😭

[pansetta]

Hi there I hope you are having a good day, I have a question.

Do you have a favorite perspective to watch hermitcraft from?

Thank you! Hope you are having a good day too <3

Multiple actually! I mainly watch Grian, Scar, and Bdubs :D

[panopticonrpg]

Is a map of the island on any future cards…? 👀🖤

There will indeed be a map! Once Mod Gigi gets her darn act together and builds it. Hopefully in the next couple of weeks!

~ Mod Gigi 🧿😂

[libidomechanica]

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[imaginecrowleyspn]

pAnswer the questions, then tag 20 followers you’d like to get to know better. I was tagged by: @the-rob-and-rich-fan (the damn tag isn’t working for some idiot reason.) Name: Whitley Gender: Total female Sexuality: Straight Star Sign: Scorpio Height: 5′6″ Hogwarts House: Gryffindor Favorite color: black and blue Favorite animal: horses and snakes, though they make a horrible combination  Current Time: 20:30 Cats or Dogs: both. Though I do prefer dogs. Favorite Fictional Characters: Gabriel, Crowley, Balthazar, Lucifer, Mikael Number of blankets I sleep under: 2 or 3 depending on how cold it is Favorite Singer/Band: Black Veil Brides, Station Breaks, All Time Low Dream Trip: just drop me in the British Isles and leave me alone! Dream Job: EMT or K9 police officer. I just want to make the world a better place When has this blog hit its peak: probably hasn’t gotten there yet Why did you decide to get tumblr: I was bored When was this blog created: A little over a year ago, I think. Why did I pick my URL: Because I started off as an imagines blog for Crowley. Now I’m posting fanfics. I tag: @supernatural-stuff-of-course @im-beautifully-sewn @pancakebunny @lunybird @unsink-the-titanic @savban22 @tardisdementor @marksahero @prettypandagirl @sama1314 @tattooedluci @castielsgirlfriend2 @hudine @moose-impala-pie @theprincessofdemons @baritonechick @thetimelesstimelord @waywardswain @deanwinchesterforpromqueen @i-dont-understand-that-url