#zeddemore

Like if Alice in wonderland and the Matrix combined, in the way the companions in Doctor Who just can't resist opening that door. It's a troupe old as storytelling; Odysseus's men who couldn't resist looking in the wind bag, Pandora's box, etc.

Yes he opens with that he's just willing to do anything as long as he gets paid, but clearly his dedication to the job goes from being just the lucky guy who happened to be right place right time to be picked, to being integral to the team with his grounding and wisdom. We see Winston go from the relaxed state in the chair at the beginning to screaming at the top of his lungs covered in marshmallow about how happy he is. Even with half as much screentime than the others, he shows a greater character growth than anyone else. And tie that to him in Frozen Empire where he's built from the ground up a future for the Ghostbusters, the only one to do so.

And it's not even that he stepped into that world unsure of it all, Winston stepped in and buried himself eyes deep in it immediately, it became his passion, his life's drive. Even after the disbandment Winston stayed elbows deep. Yes I think he figured out how important the work was on a moral and necessity level as time progressed, but I really think Winston thrived in the Ghostbusters because he loved the absurdy of it; something to be said and connected with many veterans struggle with the normalcy of life.

Many stories, real and fake, involving soldiers coming home and the itch for something to be urgent and require his focus, trained drive, and something to have meaning, it is one of the first steps in the spiral a lot of these people face with PTSD. Even the original concept for Winston's character sort of touched on that itch before they rewrote his role. Not that I want to engage with a story that propagandizes the military, but I bring this up in the context that Winston, by experience of back story and on screen interactions, show that he was not perturbed by the work but rather like a cat with a toy, eyes going big and focusing entirely on it and nothing else could matter more.

Honestly he's not even hard to convince to do the crazy stupid shit with the others, yeah let's just go in the sewers whatever. At least when he was younger he was very easily persuaded by his brothers in proton arms to jump into the unpredictable and unprecedented. The Ghostbusters space and job allows him to freely engage with the crazy without having to feel compelled back into being an average Joe.

(It's why I love his dynamic with Ray. Ray is ecstatic and ready to jump in with excitement for discovery, Winston is eager and ready to jump in for the thrill of it, different things they get to take away from busting and doing it side by side gives them both the bonds that Winston had in the military with his brothers in arms, and the friendships Ray was denied as an autistic person outside of his extremely small, and also autistic, bubble. I'll have to explain why all four Ghostbusters work so incredibly well for one another in their lives in a different post)

We were denied so much Winston background and perspectives and I'll always wish for more, but from what we can pull from all his work is that he is not just the role of us-- the normal viewer to connect with-- but he's a type of crazy in his own league next to the others. I heart that adrenaline junky.

𝙄𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙋𝙤𝙨𝙩

𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘦: 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴 Phyllis.

𝘈𝘨𝘦: 25

𝘗𝘳𝘯𝘴: 𝘪𝘵/𝘴𝘩𝘦/𝘩𝘦

𝘍/𝘖 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯:

Romantic:

𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘡𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘎𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢/𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘮𝘴.

Familial:

The creature from the novel Frankenstein is my son.

𝘋𝘕𝘐: 𝘯𝘰 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱.

𝙏𝙖𝙜𝙨 𝙄 𝙪𝙨𝙚:

✮ " ⋆｡˚ ꕥ｡:∞♡*𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘹 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 " = 𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳. 𝘍𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧.

✮ " ʚଓ ּ ᥬᩤ 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆𝘐 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 " 𝘢𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯.

✮ " ⋆.𐙚 ̊ꨄ︎⋆˚࿔𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱 " = 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵/𝘏𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵. 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘰𝘯 𝘶𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩.

✮ " °₊ ｡𓊔𝘐'𝘮 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 " 𝘈𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 & 𝘮𝘺 𝘴/𝘪

✮ " -'🍷⁠*⁠.⁠✧𝘐'𝘮 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 " Vampire Winston AU, because I'm a sucker for it.

✮ " ✦-͙˚ ༘✶∘✧𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘡𝘦𝘥𝘥 " = 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘛 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴. 𝘎𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘍𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘺.

"﹥*:ꔫ:*+ﾟ𝘛𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 " = Posts about the creature, always positive. My sweet baby.

𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 / 𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘥.

The sunglasses were totally Peter's idea

Said I was gonna start posting here more often and what better way to start than with the Ghostbusters?

I sculpted this crew for the 40th anniversary, then just so happened to be in New York City back in April. Couldn’t pass up the chance to shoot them in front of Hook & Ladder No. 8, the Ghostbusters HQ.

Pairing- Ghost!Reader x Ghostbusters.

Platonic relationship between all of them. There’s like a parent sort of dynamic between them all.

Warnings: none.

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With a sigh from downstairs, Janine had just finished getting off the phone with someone from a dance studio. Complaining that they needed the ghost gone because it was disrupting their classes. Janine being Janine, she agreed to the job, pressing the button to alert the guys downstairs.

She told them the address, and since it was late, she told them they wouldn’t have to worry about anyone being there but the owner of the building. With a grunt from at least 3 of the guys, they all loaded into the ecto-1, making sure they had everything before heading off to the address they were given.

Once they’d arrived, Peter and Ray were the first to get off, Winston and Egon last. Egon was first to get the proton packs out, Winston helping him as Ray and Peter got situated. As they all finished getting everything, the owner of the dance studio came out, cigarette in hand. He looked furious, Peter couldn’t hold back a laugh, seeing the grown man in tights.

Ray giving him quite a shove to shut him up before they all walked up, the owner beginning to step up to explain what the problem is. “There’s this ghost in there, dressed like a ballerina, I don’t know what it’s doing but it’s scaring away all my potential teachers and students” The owner cried out, basically annoyed to get the problem gone. With a nod, they all walked inside, with Ray asking to lead to where this ghost was.

Trailing behind them, Egon was looking at the pke meter, watching as there was nothing coming up until passing a dance room, where he thought he heard faint humming. Ignoring the small spike in energy he continued following behind the others, only to stop in his tracks as if he heard a door open.

The others heard and turned back as well, the same door he stopped by had the door partly opened. With slow looks between each other, the owner (we’ll call him Dave) sighed as if he knew this was going to happen. “She moved again, she’s been doing this anytime I’ve gotten close” Dave huffed as Ray and Winston glanced at him.

“Would you possibly happen to know why?” Asked Ray “Obviously not, I just want her gone” Dave exclaimed “Look, Look. Please just Notify me when she’s gone, I will pay anything to have her gone” Dave added before walking away, leaving before any of them agreed to anything.

With them all alone now, they all turned to each other before the door. With a gentle pull of the door from Winston, they all poked their heads into the door. Sure they’ve done this billions of times before, but they could never get too used to the fact that they are handling and catching ghosts. They looked around the room to see a ghost, dressed as a ballerina, doing all sorts of moves around the room.

She had this purple-ish aura around her, something telling them she’s calm, she wouldn’t try to hurt them or run away. After watching her for a bit, Peter and Ray looked at each other, thinking if they should just trap her now, the two nodding at each other as Peter began to power his proton pack up, Ray sliding the trap to the center of the room.

Egon and Winston went along with it, only watching as the ghost stood dead still. She looked to be breathing, panting almost but she forced herself to stop. She was aware she was dead, but she couldn’t leave, it was home for her. Taking a breath, She slowly began turning around, looking up at all of them, making eye contact with each, only one of them seeming afraid to her.

“I don’t… wanna leave…” she tried to say, her ‘voice’ sounding hoarse, as if she’d been screaming for eternity. They looked at each other before Winston stepped out. “We can take you to a better place, we just have to get you out of here, alright?” He said to her, watching her step back as he stepped forward.

“Home…” she said quietly — “Home.” Once more “This is my Home.” She said loudly, the others assuming she was only going to get louder. They stepped back and covered their ears.

Seeing this, she immediately stepped down, covering her mouth with her ghostly hands before running through the mirrors basically, leaving slime on them. With a roll of his eyes, Venkman looked to Winston with a ‘Thanks a lot’ look. Winston only shook his head.

“What was that about?” Ray asked, looking over at the others then at the mirror. “Not sure, but she seemed pretty young to not want to leave, after all, she most likely did die here” Egon explained, walking over to where she left slime on the mirrors. He quickly collected a sample, only before realizing they needed to get her gone.

Looking over at the others, Egon walked over as they began to plan something quick but easy, not wanting to make a mess but that never failed to happen. As they made the plan to trap her as soon as they got her, they heard a giggle down the hall.

Looking over to the open door, they slowly piled out of it, seeing an open one down the hall a few doors down. “She’s so bipolar, wonder what she was like when she was alive” Venkman commented, the others rolling their eyes before making their way over. With a pull of the other door, the ghost stood in the middle of the room, her feet almost crossed as her arms were extended.

The guys piled into the room, circling her but not to the point where the streams would cross over each other. With a quick countdown from Peter, one my one they turned on their proton packs , Ray sliding the trap beneath her as soon as they lifted her. Noticing she wasn’t fighting it, he smiled before opening the trap.

Once they ghost was gone, they walked over to the trap, one of them kicking it slightly before Ray picked up the smoking trap, ready to walk out and get the payment to go home. “So for dinner tonight what are we havin’?” Winston asked as they all walked out, Ray chuckling and Peter rolling his eyes. “I heard there’s a new pizza place down the road from here?” Ray mentioned as they stepped out and saw the owner walking over, looking relieved but nervous.

“Is she gone?” Dave asked with a hopeful smile, Ray only lifting the smoking trap in response before Egon began to pull the proton packs off of the others. Peter began establishing prices with Dave, the others acting like they aren’t listening but are making sure it’s enough to split between them all. Once they were all ready to go and had their check, they drove off to the firehouse.

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Months later, things were like normal except they now had two ghosts hanging around instead of one. Egon now had a new experiment for weeks at a time, testing the ballerina. She had told them her name after they settled so much. Y/n, It fit for such a lovely ballerina.

They warmed up to her and treated her as their own child, sometimes forgetting that she’s a ghost and all. They made some room for her to practice her ballet when she needed to be alone and such. She was kinda happy she had a new home as a ghost.

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Here’re the Ghostbusters from twitch last night!  Colour coming soon!

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