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LOL!!!!!i'm crying!!!!

Goose bumps

Definitely not me drawing my player model from roblox game about napoleonic zombie apocalypse as an OC 💀💀💀

how we feeling about this?

My new favorite GIF ever. Harry is the biggest third wheel in the history of life. Thank God for this GIF. 

Reblog cuz ik imma forget to set these as a pfp

corey riffin iconz !! for @coreys-riffin ^_< -☆

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Y’all know the drill

corey riffin iconz !! for @coreys-riffin  ^_< -☆

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★ | trina riffin icons for @cha0ticbunny since she was one of the winners of the editing raffle in my server. 1 / 3

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The boy himself

did this during class since i have. literally don't have to do anything in that class </3. mcyt screenshots redrawn with corey my beloved /p

please reblog, like, and comment on my art— i put too much time into this just for it to get ignored on tumblr. image id is under the cut, as always

[image id: two images that originally had tommyinnit's minecraft avatar shifting and looking up at a sign that said "all we do is live in fear of tommyinnit". the images are blurred now where tommy stood; in his place is corey from grojband. corey's looking at the sign in the first image, then glancing away and grinning in the second image. the text on the sign has now been edited to say corey riffin instead of tommy.]

★ ` some old filtered screenshot corey icons that i made a while back (thanks to me figuring out that photoshop express has filters on it lmao)

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a nick mallory moodboard that was made with help from both @cha0ticbunny and @doodles-of-nonsense (thanks for the help you guys, couldn't have done it without you /gen)

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Does anyone else feel like getting the union jack out of the cupboard and crying myself to sleep with a bottle in my hand?

my beautiful beanbois on display (plus me)

Game Boy | 18+

summary: You swore Jeon Jungkook was the most unpleasant player to interview. Then why was it so easy for him to get your clothes off?

pairing: professional gamer!jungkook x journalist!reader

genre: smut, fluff-ish, drabble, e2l au 

word count: 2.7k

disclaimer: unprotected sex, sub!kook and sub!oc, jk kinda has a big breast kink, mentions of oc having big breasts, cunninglus, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, tit fucking, dirty talk, petnames, slut shaming, sex on a gaming chair lol, creampie, and jk cums on tits and oc’s face hehe

This is part of the Barbie World Series

note; I edtied this myself so chances are it is very poorly edited!! also look at the end for a surprise hehe <3

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Not So Happy Halloween.

Egon Spengler x Fem!Zeddemore!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of arguments and following, Ooc Egon, definitely a stalker, gross comments, I’m so sorry.

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It was quiet at headquarters, the only thing being heard was the scribbling of Janine’s pen against the paperwork she had to do. It was Halloween and Janine and the guys except Peter, we’re giving out candy before they had to go on a bust, Janine only running out of candy shortly afterwards. Stopping to get up for a stretch, she heard the doors open, looking over she saw Y/n come in. Y/n being Winston’s little sister, she hung out with them so much, sometimes even filling in for someone.

Tonight, She had just finished leaving Dana’s place because she had taken Oscar trick or treating, dressing herself up as a witch. Looking over, Y/n had walked over to Janine’s desk, leaning on it just a bit. “Hey Janine, do you want some candy? Dana gave me too much of Oscar’s and I know I won’t finish it all” She huffed out, removing the witch hat from her head. Her witch costume consisted of a long black, partly backless dress. It hugged her body and made her look stunning. Janine nodded, smiling softly as she moved to grab the bag of candy from Y/n. “Anything I can get you z? You look like you had a long night” Janine started, grabbing a few candies to put in her drawer for later. “I don’t think so nin' but thank you, uhm I’m gonna be upstairs for a coffee if you wanna come up with me, I think they’re playing all of these horror movies tonight as well” “I should be up in a moment for some coffee, I just wanna finish this paperwork” Janine smiled as she sat up, watching as Y/n nodded and made her way up the stairs.

With a small huff, Y/n set the candy bag down onto the sofa they had there before walking over to the counter to make her coffee. As she put the water in the machine, a yawn left her lips, only allowing her body to stretch just a small bit. Careful to not spill, she carefully placed it down before moving over and adding sugar to her mug. With another yawn, she rested against the counter a bit, simply waiting for the coffee to finish.

Once it was ready, she carefully poured it into her mug before reaching into the refrigerator, where she grabbed the milk (or creamer). When she had her coffee the way she liked it, she turned on the small tv mainly for ambience before resting her head on her arm. She had a long night, only wanting to think about what she could have done to avoid it. Not realizing it, she had begun to doze off, Janine coming in shortly after she had fallen asleep with her barely drunken mug of coffee. With a small but hearty sigh, Janine smiled to herself before moving the mug back to the counter before lowering the tv’s volume.

Janine grabbed a bottled water from the fridge before making her way back downstairs just to see that the guys have arrived, with Ray taking a few traps out of the back, and Egon making sure the proton packs were alright, Winston could only watch. “Hey Janine, how did everything go?” Winston asked after seeing Janine had just come down the stairs. “Oh, everything was alright, I ran out of candy shortly after you guys left, so I got a head start on some of the paperwork”

Winston nodded as Egon began to make his way up the stairs to go to the lab. “Is Y/n back yet?” Ray asked as he handed Janine the used traps to take downstairs, who only grimaced after the smell caught her nose. “Ah, she should be, I think she went upstairs” She said before rushing down to get the traps cleaned.

Winston nodded to himself as he followed shortly behind Egon, stopping to see what he was looking at before realizing they were looking at his little sister who had fallen asleep at the table. Egon was struck, the amount of times the girl had surprised him, she never failed to surprise him even more than the times before. He’s never seen her this tired, and this was coming from someone who got 14 minutes of sleep.

“Poor thing didn’t even get her shoes off” Winston mumbled as he moved past Egon to go pick up his little sister, being ever so careful with her as if she was the most fragile thing. Egon watched the scene play out in front of him, sort of wishing he would’ve made the initiative to move her to the couch.

Over the past few months, Egon had grown a small crush on Y/n but Egon being Egon, he was probably able to hide it so well no one could tell, or maybe they did but chose not to say anything. He went with the latter most of the time and simply watched this moment. He hasn’t even removed his suit and watched as Winston made way to go and be the most careful anyone has ever seen him, just for his sister.

Not realizing that Winston had been calling him, he snapped out of his daze and looked over, slightly embarrassed that he’d been staring, a bit of red tainting his cheeks as he listened to what Winston wanted. “Egie, could you move the bag of candy for me please and get me a blanket for her please?” Winston asked kindly and Egon jumped up to go and move the bag of candy, placing it on the counter, making a small reminder to look through the candy for any sweets he could take. Once he got the candy out of the way, he walked into the bedroom where all the other beds were, grabbing his blanket off of the bed before taking it back to Winston to place over Y/n.

“Sorry could you also help me get her shoes off, I just know she’s going to complain tomorrow that her feet hurt” Winston chuckled, moving over to her feet to untie the boots she had worn. “Am not…” A groggy Y/n spoke as she began to sit up herself. “Egie, you are awfully quiet tonight, you catch a spooky one for me?..” Y/n said quietly, waking herself up as she looked over with sleepy eyes to Egon who was untying her boot to remove it from her foot. “I did, shame you weren’t there to see it” He said, almost chuckling knowing that she had been talking about the bust.

“I feel like Cinderella” Y/n grinned in a hushed tone, wiping her eyes before she sat up completely. “Thank you gentlemen for removing my shoes, Winston I swear you need to be more like Egon when you talk, you’re so loud. Hi Ray!” Y/n trailed with a sleepy smile, definitely more awake than she was a few moments ago. Winston only laughed and shook his head at his little sister, ruffling her straightened hair, who only smacked his hands away.

Both men stood up to move away, Egon unzipping his suit to reveal the simple cardigan and dress pants he always wore. Ray began to move over to the bag of candy after greeting y/n. “How did the trick or treating go Y/n?” Ray asked, opening up a 3 musketeers candy as he leant against the counter. With a sigh, Y/n leant back against the couch, closing her eyes before looking over at Ray.

“That bad huh?” Y/n only nodding before starting. “We got kinda lost downtown, dumb I know. I got into a slight argument and I feel bad because Oscar had to witness it, the guy just wouldn’t stop following me, oh my god” She huffed as she closed her eyes once more. “The good thing is we got to so many houses, they loved Oscar’s outfit.” She smiled, remembering how happy Oscar would get when they complimented his little cowboy outfit. “Oh Y/n, I’m sorry. One of us should’ve gone with you” Ray replied, Y/n only waving her hand. “Thank you Ray but I’m a big girl, I can handle some guy” She grinned, almost laughing to herself before sitting up once more. “Have you guys eaten anything? I can make something?” Y/n offered, getting up as if she wasn’t tired a few minutes ago. Winston came back down sitting his sister down as he and Ray looked at each other.

“You think the Chinese place is still open?” “They don’t close till twelve right?” Ray responded, Winston nodding before looking to Y/n “Same as usual?” He asked, still kneeling in front of her before she got up to grab her purse, taking money out of her wallet. “Ray, you paid last time so it’s all I can do” She huffed, passing the money to Winston. “Thank you gentlemen, be safe” She grinned as Ray and Winston began to walk downstairs, asking Janine what she’d like.

While y/n was upstairs, Janine and Egon had been downstairs talking about random things before a man walked into the building, catching Janine’s attention first. “Good evening, is there a woman who was in a witch costume here? I thought I saw her come in here…” the guy questioned himself as he looked between Janine and Egon, looking around as well. Egon didn’t feel right about this man, and neither did Janine. With a gentle step forward, the guy looked down at Janine. “Sweetheart, I know you heard me, so could you just answer my question?” He said a little louder, making Egon step in front of her a bit.

Despite being upstairs, Y/n was hearing everything. She didn’t come fully down the steps, but the fact that they were old didn’t help. With a creak, they all turned towards the stairs and Y/n gave up and came down all the way. “Why is he here?” She muttered loud enough for all of them to hear.

“I’m here cause I wanted to see you sweetheart, we got off on a bad foot, you know” The guy said sheepishly, moving closer to Y/n, making her move quickly towards Egon. “Don’t be such a priss babe, I only wanna talk to ya” He grinned, making the two women in front of him grimace, leaving Egon to feel bad. “You need to leave” Egon said sternly, stepping up, Y/n’s grip on him tightening just a little bit. “Or what, you gonna make me into your little science experiment?” The guy laughed, looking over to Y/n from behind Egon, who only held a stone face, like if she was holding back on her anger.

“You’re so lucky they’re here, cause I could be so much worse” He chuckled, pointing his nasty finger at her, implying gross things that would make anyone sick. “Just leave” Y/n murmured, biting her tongue to stop herself from saying anything else. The guy laughed once more, and it just seemed to anger Y/n more. She was upset, that not only had her Halloween night had been ruined, but that she had been followed and tried being humiliated by someone who was trying way too hard. She knew better, but she couldn’t help, letting Egon go and standing right behind him to breathe. Clenching her hands, she was basically digging moon shapes into her palm, allowing Egon to speak for her, Janine keeping a close eye on her.

The guy only kept making gross comments, and Egon tried his best to get him out without doing anything rational. A soft sigh left Y/n’s lips and she looked at Janine, giving her a nod that she was alright before she came from behind Egon, patting his arm to let it go. “Get out” Y/n said, keeping herself steady, trying her hardest to breathe. ‘In and out’ “or what, you gonna make me princess? You shouldn’t dress like that if you don’t want the attention, slu-” Before he could finish that last word, Y/n smacked him square in the jaw, knocking him unconscious. “Didn’t hear you…” she whispered before shaking her hand out, taking a deep breath in before letting it out.

Janine had her hands over her mouth, and Egon had a slack jaw and wide eyes, watching as Y/n had slowly turned to look at them both. The way they were looking at her, instantly guilt pooled in her stomach and she looked between the guy on the floor and the two of them. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” She rushed repeatedly, panic once again rising as she stepped away. She felt horrible, the way Egon and Janine were looking at her, made her feel like she was the enemy. Janine was the first to step up and comfort Y/n, taking her in for a hug, making her sit in the chair Janine was usually in. With a shudder, the tears came and a sob left Y/n’s lips as Janine held her.

“Egon, call the police so they could get him out of here, please” Janine said quietly as Egon nodded, going behind to be Venkman’s office and calling them there. While Y/n let everything out, Janine listened and comforted her through all of the apologies and how she’s never acted out like that before. Egon waited for the police, them coming a bit after the call. Egon explained everything that happened, from Y/n telling them that she had gotten into an argument with someone while trick or treating to the moment she knocked him out. The police took the man who was finally awaking when they were handcuffing him.

“Oh ho up, guys you got the wrong one, this bitch punched me, she put her hands on me” the guy started exclaiming, as they were taking him away. “This isn’t the last of me sweetheart” he shouted before being completely out of sight. A shaky sigh racked y/n’s body as she clung to Janine. She began to apologize once more before Janine shushed her. “You don’t need to apologize hun, he deserved it, you honestly caught me by surprise” Janine muttered, grinning at the end as she replayed the moment in her head all over again.

“Uh, why don’t we go back upstairs, get you another coffee, since you left yours cold earlier” Egon offered, quite awkwardly, holding his hand out. Taking his hand, Y/n stood slowly, taking in a shaky breath as she gently held onto his hand. His heart fluttered as if it would be the first time she’s ever touched him. Janine decided it would be best if she stayed downstairs, still shaken up about everything and thought being alone would be better for her.

With a quiet trip up the stairs, Egon carefully looked down at Y/n’s hand that was becoming bruised from the punch. “We should get some ice for that right hook, you did hit him pretty hard” he chuckled, pulling the seat out for her to sit in. She gave him a half smile as she looked down at her hand, running a finger over her knuckles before looking back up to Egon, who had just finished wrapping a bag of ice for her hand. Passing it over to her, she gave him a thankful smile, mumbling a small thank you to him. He began to reheat her coffee in the microwave as he made his. It was quiet and it was awkward, Egon shuffling around in his spot as Y/n played with the ice pack on her hand. Neither of them knew what to do but they kept quiet. Usually they enjoyed it, but Y/n felt like she was suffocating in the awkward air. “I never said thank you” Y/n started, moving over to the couch once more as she got her coffee. “It’s not a problem” Egon responded as he began pouring his coffee into his mug. With a small sigh, Y/n carefully thought out her words before she turned over to look at Egon who began making his way to sit next to her.

“I know tonight was rough, and very difficult, but I just wanna say thank you. You know for sticking up for me, and all that other stuff. Uhm, I wanted to say something but I don’t know how to say it.” Y/n hesitated after a few moments, Egon trying his hardest to read Y/n’s emotions like he always did. “Do you know when you like someone, and you wanna tell them, but every time you try, it gets a lot harder to breathe and like everything is closing in?” Y/n questioned, almost to herself but the glance at Egon gave away that she was speaking to him. He thought, remembering how he wasn’t ever one to get asked out, or be the one who does the asking out. “Well, no not really” He responded, Y/n smiling a bit before continuing. “What I’m trying to say is, every time I’m near this specific person, my heart goes absolutely crazy, and I feel like I’m literally going crazy. I want to be around him all the time, and the little touches here and there make me feel like I’m special and I’m the only one. He does these little things that are so unique to who he is, and I can’t help but fall for him more and more every time.” “Who is it y/n?..That you like Of course” He questioned, now feeling doubtful that he wasn’t the one she liked, again. He was prepared for his feelings to get hurt, but he knew how to get over it. He found a way to ignore his feelings but he wanted to listen to her, hear her voice that he loved hearing so much. “It’s you…” she whispered, looking down at her hands, a habit of hers really. “I’m sorry?” He said, unsure of what she had said.

“It’s you Egon. It’s always been you” She said, finally looking back up at him, feeling anxious once again. What if he didn’t feel the same way, what if everything they’ve done meant nothing, again, she knew how to handle rejection after a good amount of time. “I don’t usually voice things out like this, because it’s awkward… but I like you too, I just find it so hard because being the outcast and the geek everywhere you went, made it difficult to do so. To be honest, I thought you were going to say someone completely different.” Egon responded, chuckling to himself after a bit.

“My my, Spengler, didn’t know you felt that way about me” Y/n laughed for what seemed like the first time tonight, an actual genuine laugh. Egon grinned, pulling Y/n closer to him, remembering seeing how tired she looked after everything that happened literally minutes ago. “Funny how after everything, we’re getting together” Egon whispered low enough for Y/n to hear. “You wanna be together?..” she asked softly, almost in a whispered tone as well. Egon nodded, a grin appearing on his face as Y/n began to smile to herself. “But we can’t tell anyone… not even Winston” she said childishly, a laugh escaping her lips shortly after.

While they talked, Y/n got comfortable, Laying her head on Egon’s lap, generously placing a pillow there so that his legs wouldn’t fall asleep. He had began running her fingers through her hair while she talked to him about her day and how much Winston was a shy guy in high school and university. She eventually ended up falling asleep after moments of silence. Egon couldn’t move, he didn’t want to move, he was right where he always wanted to be. Just as he was getting comfortable himself, he leant his head back, Winston and Ray come up the stairs with the Chinese food in their arms, looking at the two questionably. “She just feel back to sleep. Rough night” Egon whispered in a low voice, Ray trying his best to be quiet, while Winston rolled his eyes.

“Need some help?” Winston asked as he set the food down carefully on the table as Egon nodded, pursing his lips once Winston made his way over to gently lift his sisters head, careful as to not wake her. Once Egon was standing, he stretched, a yawn escaping his lips. “How do you do it without waking her” Ray questioned, watching everything play out. “Years of practice, she’s always been a heavy sleeper except for when I move her. So I had take matters into my own hands when she would fall asleep the exact same way she was now” He chuckled, covering Y/n with a blanket, and pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

Egon smiled softly, ready to sit down and eat with the others. “So Spengs, why did my sister curl up on you, Instead of Janine?” Winston asked after a while, Egon coughing on his food a bit as if he was caught in bed with someone else. “Long night, some guy was following Y/n and she ended up knocking him out. Janine got shaken up and wanted to be alone and she asked me to come up with her for a coffee” Egon explained rapidly before stuffing his mouth once more to avoid Winston’s questioning, knowing he’d have to explain everything in detail to him afterwards. After finishing their food, Winston put Y/n’a food away for her and Ray muttered a happy Halloween to everyone before he decided to crash from his food coma. Once Winston and Ray went to bed, Egon made sure Y/n was comfortable and warm enough, getting her an extra blanket in case before kneeling down to leave a small kiss on her cheek. “Happy Halloween, dear”

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Thank you for reading, I hope you guys enjoyed this. I literally had so many different endings planned, but went with this one. I know this isn’t the Halloween imagine you were expecting but surprise!! I’m kidding, but seriously, I appreciate you guys so much and I love you, I hope you’re having a good day/night/afternoon and have a great read. Love you sweetheart <3

Home.

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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Thank you guys so much for reading, I know this isn’t as good as my others since i did kind of rush it out after this motivation boost. I hope you enjoyed it, and such. I hope you have a good day and or evening and I love you! See you🤎

i recently introduced this on twitter, but why not post this here too?

welcome to the on-set au, an alternate universe where the story of g&b is all just an upcoming film!

just a silly little thing i’ve been wanting to bring to life for a while!

here’s the NPC cast, and their notes! i will write more later :’]

we're all just best friends, having a grand ol' time

IT IS HERE WHERE GB PASSED AWAY.

HE DIED BEGGING FOR HELP WHILE CRYING

AND FIGHTING HIS FEAR OF DEATH.

BUT HE HAD NO REGRETS.

IT IS BECAUSE HE DIED PROTECTING SOMEONE...

HE HAD TO PROTECT WEED, FOR WEED'S LIFE

WAS MORE IMPORANT THAN HIS OWN LIFE.

ONCE AGAIN, AN OUU LEGEND HAD BEEN ETCHED

INTO THE HEART OF ONE OF ITS FELLOW SOLDIERS.

GB DIED AT THE AGE OF SEVEN.

ACHIEVED DIVINITY

ACHIEVED DIVINITY -Garudamon TG Transformation (Digimon series)-

[Artwork by tsumujin]

Anjali was exiting her small cottage home when she heard a commotion in the main square of her small village.

Anjali was a beautiful young woman with smooth red skin, silky black hair and dark brown eyes surrounded by lush full eyelashes.  She was of average height with well-proportioned curvature to her body.  Typically she wore a red sarees with white spotting all over and a green decorative sash near her neck.  Anjali also wore light tan leggings and a decorative necklace comprised of dark red geometrical shapes.  She was definitely alluring to the eyes and caught the sight of men often in her village.  She garnered much respect being granddaughter to one of the village elders and also for her actions as a caring individual who was always there to help those in need within the village.  Anjali would do anything for her people, so naturally she wandered towards the commotion in town.

Anjali noticed it was her grandfather and another village elder involved in a squabble.  She approached the two and got between them in an attempt to break up their altercation.  She asked why they were at each other’s throats and pressed that this was not the time for in-fighting.  Their village was currently at threat and themselves in danger of going extinct as a tribe.  An expanding neighboring nation was wreaking havoc, taking tribe after tribe as it expanded its reach across the land.  Their village were next in its path.

The Grandfather Johar said, “You would really have us abandon our home Gopal!? We must stay and continue to place our faith in the divine protectors! We must not waver and show weakness.  Surely they will send us help against these tyrants!”

Gopal the other elder snapped back, “You’re foolish.  Where were the Protectors when all the neighboring villages were taken, hm!?  They probably don’t even hear our pleas for help, so what can they do!?”

With sadness in his eyes Johar replied, “You may be right.  They may not hear our calls, but we must try.  It is the only way to retain our land and identity.  I’ve trained many years body and soul in tantric ritual and meditation in order reach the gods.  I’m sure if we all come together as a people devoted to them, the Protectors will hear our plea!”

Gopal replied, “Ah you are foolish.  So very foolish! I will not let my family stay here and die!”

Anjali intervened with, “Enough!”  Once hearing her voice everyone who was watching as well as Gopal and Johar went silent.  “This bickering will get us nowhere.  Grandfather Gopal is right that we must save ourselves if need be.  We can’t let our ways die with us.”  She then turned to Johar and said, “Yet we shouldn’t give up on calling the Protectors just yet.  Not without trying all we can.”

Johar unsure of things gave a sorry look and asked, “Well what sort of plan do you have in mind to reach them?”

Anjali confident in her expression proposed, “Grandfather you’ve always said I was greatly in tune with the divine energies.  I’ve been practicing tirelessly myself in the tantric rituals in order to become an elder myself.  I also know we recently found a relic that is believed belonging to the great Protector Garuda.  I say let me perform a ritual while in possession of the item.  Hopefully I am able to form a link to Garuda and call to him for help.”

Gopal with shock replied, “I will not let you partake in such risky rituals.  To try and channel a link to a godhead is insane.  It’s never been attempted before.  It’s too dangerous.”

Anjali sternly replied, “There is no other way left grandfather.  This is our last hope at keeping our home.  If it doesn’t work, we must leave.”

Gopal wore a frown as he replied, “You are always so kind, so willing to be the one to reach out to others at your own expense.  But this time I fear you are risking far too much.”

Anjali said, “I’ve made my decision grandfather.  I will proceed with or without your approval.”  She turned to Johar who seemed invested in the idea.  “Help me prepare Johar.  This is our last hope.”

Anjali, Johar and a few others set up a ceremonial setting inside one of the meditative straw huts.  Incense was lined around the interior and a small altar in the middle held the relic of the humanoid bird Garuda upon it.  The relic was a red frontal mask in the shape of a bird’s head that had a long white feather with a blue tip attached at the backside as well as blue and white native symbols adorning the top and sides of the mask. 

After everything was prepared Anjali thanked all who had helped and asked them to leave her alone in the hut and to block the exit so no matter what the ritual would not be interrupted.  They obliged and blocked the exit to the hut with a large boulder.

Gopal looked on with worry, “I know she has made her decision, but I feel as though I am going to lose her.”

Johar put a hand on Gopal’s shoulders and said, “You raised her well.  She has grown into a true leader of this village.  We must have faith in her and hope that this will work.”

Anjali took a sitting meditative stance inside the hut in front of the altar.  She chanted tantric rites as she performed several ritualistic hand and body motions over the course of several hours.  She tried with all her soul to call out to the Protectors…to Garuda.

She did not lose her composure once as she approached a day’s time of calling to the Great Spirit.  It got to a point however where she knew she would have to try something else.  Anjali gazed upon the mask, the scent of heat and floral incense in the air.  Her skin was oppressed with sweat as she walked over to the mask and picked it up.  She gazed into the eyes of the mask while calling out Garuda and asking for his power in helping HIS people fight off the oncoming threat.  Suddenly, she heard a voice reach her mind.

Garuda called out to her, “My child, you would go so far as to desecrate my property to reach me!”  He was angry at Anjali holding his mask in such a manner.

Anjali opened her eyes with excitement despite the response and said, “It worked! Great Garuda I’ve reached you! She then quickly remembered his comment and pulled back her excitement.   “I-I’m sorry great Protector.  I meant no disrespect.  I’m sure you know of our plight here on your land.  A great evil wishes to take this land from your people.  We need your assistance in fending them off.”

Garuda replied, his voice booming and carrying with an echo, “HA! Yes I know of your plight, but such a thing is beyond me and the Protectors child! Our powers have grown weak over the centuries and we can no longer manifest ourselves in body on the land we once ruled.  Too many have lost faith in us.”

Anjali panicked and responded, “No, there must be a way!  Oh great Garuda I’m sure if you found your way here and helped us fight off this menace people would surely look to you in reverence once more! Please!”

Garuda softly spoke back, “I’m sorry but I cannot carry my form into your world anymore.  Though…if I were provided a vessel for which to transfer my power and wisdom upon.  Though the creation of such a being has never been attempted before, it may-“

Anjali cut Garuda off and quickly said, “I’ll do it! I can be that vessel!  I don’t care what happens if you give me your power I’m sure I can help drive off this evil!”

Garuda replied, “You’re quick to help others child.  I admire that.  Though I’m not sure you fully understand what you are asking for.  This ritual could not only fail, but kill you.”

Anjali confidently stated, “I’m willing to take that risk.”

Garuda reassured said, “Very well.  We shall try.  Take my mask you see before you and place it over your head.  Speak to me as you did before and I shall channel my essence into you through the mask.  Though whatever happens next is out of my control.”

Holding the mask above herself Anjali said, “I understand.  I’m ready.”  And she spoke the words Garuda requested as she slowly lowered the mask over her head.  It was larger than the length of her head though the rounded back fit snug onto the top of her head. 

She continued to chant as she waited for whatever was to happen.  She heard Garuda’s voice slowly fade as she reached a trance like state.  He simply said, “Good luck child…”

Suddenly Anjali stopped her chanting as she felt a huge pulsation rock her body and soul.  It felt like a large thunderous heart beat that coursed through her entire body.  She felt it again, and again!  It was beginning to feel uncomfortable for her and in reaction she lightly tugged upward on the mask.  It stayed glued firmly to her head however, which caught Anjali off guard.  She tugged at it again before giving up and simply sitting, trying to relax as the pulsations grew more and more intense. 

In heavy breathes Anjali pondered, “Hyuh, Is it? Hyaahh, is it working? I don’t feel, uh!”

It suddenly got very heated inside her, as if she was burning from the inside.

She felt a very large shock rock her body bringing out tense grunts as she bucked a bit in reaction.  Her whole body tensed up, all her muscles contracting around her body.  Anjali could have sworn she felt something huge transfer into her and pack tight within her small frame.  It also felt as if whatever had transferred into her body was now trying to escape from within.  Was it Garuda’s power she wondered, before suddenly being racked with pain.

Anjali cried as she keeled forward, “Agh! Auaaahhh dahhh! Gyagh!! My body!! AAGHH!!”

Anjali rose to a stand and shuffled about the hut in pain.  She felt every muscle brimming to life and shifting about in her body.  An ethereal force was pushing against her skeleton, her inner frame, as it tried to break free.  She placed both her hands against a wall as Anjali felt the muscles across her arms bulge and ripple with tremendous energy.  Her slim sensual limbs began to swell, the muscles forming defined peaks across her arms as they grew.  Anjali’s biceps launched upwards in size and her triceps pushed out in three rumbling movements.  Her flexor muscles widened greatly beyond typical human proportions; pushing against her skin to the limit. 

“WUaaahh, uaaahh!!! S-som-somethings!  I-insidaahh! MEEE AGGHH!!! It-tch! break-in-ing me apa-aart!” Anjali screamed as she felt the power from whatever entered her body reshaping her in its image.  She was already dreading her decision due to the pain.

She next felt her thighs explode in size as muscle after muscle popped and pushed itself to the absolute peak.  It stretched her tan leggings towards a skin tight point; eventually they tore along the sides and were ripped to shreds. 

“Hyaagh hoohhohoh yaaagghH!!!” Anjali cried out in shock.  She could hardly believe what power she was feeling build inside her.  It was beyond human.

Large hills formed on parts across her thighs as muscles tremored while taking shape.  Great powerful thighs with matching arms contrasted greatly the rest of Anjali’s slim frame.  But the rest quickly followed. 

Anjali felt her shoulders bulk up in a quick burst followed by her back muscles tightening and tugging in random directions.  Her back firmed and hardened towards a canvas of crevices and hardened flat plateaus.  Her upper body cracked as it widened, Anjali’s shoulders broadening as her powerful form continued to take shape. 

“Gyagh AuuhhH!! Hya-he-help mee!!!  GYAAGHH!!!!” Anjali called out as she wished for the pain to end.  “Garuda!! Auh! He-help! Help meeuaaahh!! Maaaake it staahhup!! Oh, oh! It’s too much!”

Just then her chest exploded with power and puffed out greatly, several areas of her skeleton snapping as the change took place.  Whatever was trying to break free within her was starting to breach. 

GYagh! AAAHHHHH!!! Ohhhh hyuhhhh!! Ugh! Gahh nooo!!”  Anjali let out as the changes hit her.

With her new powerful legs Anjali stumbled about the room tossing her arms around and gripping parts of her changing body in protest (trying to keep the muscles from billowing forth beneath her grip). Anjali’s neck thickened to a degree where her necklace snapped off.  Her breasts slowly flattened and widened as her chest grew bigger and bigger with each breath.  Her clothing stretched against her growing chest, eventually tearing and falling to the floor.  Larger strong pectorals slowly replaced her sinking breasts.  Anjali’s thin core cracked and widened as it squared off its shape under her massive chest.  Her hips jerked about as she felt her mid-section widen and grow, thick muscle packing along the sides.  A heavy bulge on each side of Anjali’s upper torso, just below the armpits, fired out bestowing more width to her chest.

The pain Anjali was feeling was slowly growing less pronounced as the changes furthered.  Instead she was experiencing a pleasurable feeling well up inside her, almost like the power breaking forth from her soul was enticing her.

“Augh, uh ohhh…mmmmmm, gah! Garuda Garuda my, ah ah my body!! Stop it! My body wuaahh…mmm…”  Anjali let loose as she felt her core tightening with muscle, small bumps thickening out the sides of her mid-section.  Her muscles were rolling like waves across her stomach.

Anjali’s womanly form was practically gone, her face one of the few remaining remnants of her former self.  Abs rumbled to the surface and hardened like rocks and an upside down U shape formed above them, muscle lifting her chest higher.  Her ass cheeks clenched and bucked several times in response to muscle packing itself tight within them.  They grew large and firm, complimenting her powerful hips and thighs.  Anjali’s body was taking the form of a powerful god.

The people outside of the hut could hear Anjali’s cries of pain but couldn’t make out what exactly was going on by their utterance.  Gopal feared for his granddaughter but knew she had made her decision and that she was left to the godheads now. 

Back in the hut Anjali started releasing faint moans as she felt the muscles in her body flexing and settling, their powerful form apparent to her senses.  She muttered, “Ah, oohhhh..mmmm…this power.  I can’t control this! Ah something’s inside me!! AGH!”

Anjali felt a large pulse similar to the one she felt when the changes first began.  A flood of voices rushed into her head as she felt her soul light up with new sensations. 

“Hoh haaaahhH!!! What is this!!! Who are you auhh!!”  Anjali cried out in gasps.

Anjali felt as if the spirits of the dead were speaking to her, she could hear so many of them.  It frightened her, but that fear quickly turned back towards another change hitting her body.

Anjali felt her feet elongate and she raised prominent up on her haunches as they grew.  Suddenly her fibula and tibula snapped and reshaped, her lower legs shriveling to the size of the bones beneath the skin. 

“Augh ahhh, ohhhhh!! What is this!! Auh leave my body alone!!” Anjali cried out.

She felt a beast within her wishing to break free.  She felt the souls of the dead calling to her for help.

Her nails went blackish grey and sharpened into long claws.  Anjali felt as if another hand was slowly replacing her own beneath the skin as it hardened and grew against her red smooth skin.  Her hand was bulging in size, the skin starting to tear against whatever was pushing against it. 

“Hyuh, aahhh!! Oh no! Ohh my hands!!  Its coming out!  Gyaahh!!”Anjali cried out in a state of confusion.

Anjali’s nails curved into talons while rough yellow reptile like armor broke free from its prison, shedding the skin of Anjali’s hand.  It looked like a giant yellow humanoid bird hand and was clenched into a fist as Anjali smashed it against the wall in a twitching fit.  Her lower legs were going through the same changes.

She felt new limbs forcing themselves into existence below her skin.   Her toes quickly fused together on each foot before elongating and their combined bones now tearing through the skin as a set of 3 large talons.  A large talon poked through the skin on the back of Anjali’s foot before the rest of the clawed extremity burst forth as well, tearing the rest of the skin away with it.  The ripped skin looked like clothing worn above the bird like feet that were now Anjali’s. 

Her misshaped lower legs grew in size and their bending state took more prominent shape as it pulled Anjali’s skin in abnormal fashion and tore it apart.  Eventually all the skin fell away and revealed the large powerful yellow-gold legs of a bird (red stripes painted across the clawed toes on each foot).

“Auuuhhhh!! Ehyuhh whats happening to mee!! This isn’t my, Aughhh! This is! Wha-whatagghh!!”  Anjali screamed as the voice of the dead grew more chaotic within her mind.  She desperately wished for clarity to return to her.

Tears were streaming down Anjali’s face and then in an instant the voices stopped.  Her mind settled for a brief moment.  Anjali still felt the voices echoing, their message still clear in her mind, but she had more control over the thoughts now.  She couldn’t figure why this had suddenly happened but she was relieved.  At least for a brief moment as her body still struggled. 

Suddenly Anjali’s eyes began to glow a bright yellow as she felt a calming sensation wash over her that grew more and more intense until it became full on pleasure.  Her vagina went wet from the assault.

“Hyah aaauhhh, oohh! Noo what is this!! Feeling! Hyah Hyooohhh oohhhhh mmmm…”  Anjali moaned awkwardly as the changes began to entice her body whether she enjoyed it at that exact moment or not.  She made bird like strides with her new feet as she stumbled about the hut.

She felt a huge build up within her gut as her ovaries and womanly organs lit up with heat and began shifting about inside her. 

“Ohhooh whoaahh! Uhnnn uhhhh!! Anjali uncomfortably let out, her body enjoying itself however.  Her legs rubbed against each other, massive thighs getting wet in the middle from the juices flowing from Anjali’s vagina. 

Everything shifted inside her, her womanly organs disappearing and a bulbous pocket of mass slowly pushing inside of her slit.  Anjali covered her slit with one of her bird hands in a desperate attempt to contain whatever was birthing itself.  Anjali’s neck thickened a bit more and her voice slowly grew deeper and deeper but stopped midway on its way towards a slightly more manly tone.  Her voice now moaned with the sound of a questionable gender, but with a unique and powerfully resonate tone.

“Auhhh, uhhh! Somethings c-cominggg hyaahh!!”  Anjali moaned as she felt a push against her covering hand. 

It was very large with a soft surface at its tip.  In her mind she knew what it was and try as she might her hand instinctively rose up to let it free; she wasn’t able to resist her body’s excitement any longer.  A large phallus pushed its way forth between the fingers of Anjali, rubbing against the rough coarse skin on her hand as it grew longer.  It erupted to around a foot long and continued to grow in length and girth.  Anjali leaned forward a bit as she felt the rod extending between her legs.  Eventually a pair of balls spilled out from her slit that was being stretched tight by the girth of her growing penis. 

“Hyuh, hyuh! I’m I’m gona, I’m gona!” Anjali let out in a fit, her hips moving wild as her hand pushed down again and again against her rock hard dick. 

Once the penis reached its full size the skin of Anjali’s slit that was hugging it tight fused onto the new appendage.  Anjali was now a man in every sense. HIS new balls rumbled with joy as they pushed an excess of cum up through and to the head of his dick. 

“Hagh ohhh! Yes! Gahh uhhhhh!!!”  Anjali let out, he couldn’t help relishing in the unbelievable release of cum firing out from his impressive dick. 

Anjali’s mind was succumbing to the euphoric feelings being pounded into him.  He was welcoming the changes now as he felt his body brimming with energy again. 

His yellow eyes shined bright as Anjali felt his mind assimilating with new wisdom and information. 

“Ah yes! I feel it, the power of the Protectors! Hyah! Yes! Take me! Give me the power!!  More powerhyaaahh!!!”  Anjali declared before his acceptance allowed the changes to fully take him.

That’s when Anjali felt his face lift up unnaturally against the part of the mask clinging to his head that wasn’t covering his face.  His face pulled up, fused and flattened against the shape of the mask; bones snapping and reshaping.  His nose fused first pulling up against the mask by the bridge of it, his nostrils being stretched far before they were yanked up as well.  Anjali’s face and its features slowly elongated bit by bit as they cracked and popped. 

Hyugghh aahh!! Gagghh!! Graahhh ogghhhh ohhhh!!”  Anjali howled as the primal release of his face and mind accepting their new self was given voice. 

His dick was rock hard still and pulsing as were all the muscles in his body (one of Anjali’s hands was toying with his dick).  Anjali’s body began to grow and bulk up even more, the skin prison of his former self holding his growing frame in check for now. Tears in the skin began to release a new appearance beneath them.  Pockets of bird feathers unleashed through breaking flesh.   Anjali’s powerful chest bulked in size once more, ripping the skin off of it, a white bird like mane flowing out.

“Auhhhh!! I feel them all!! Uhhnnn calling meee!! My brothers…Sisters!” Anjali yelled out as his divine powers unleashed themselves.  He could feel the spirits of his ancestors flowing through him, Anjali’s mind growing linked to each and every one, bestowing all the wisdom they held together upon him.  Anjali felt his mind being assaulted with visions he couldn’t at the moment comprehend but he wished to understand.  It slowly grew clearer in his mind as the changes furthered.

“Agyack hyack! Ghuhg hyagh!”  Anjali suddenly began to gag as a thick mass traveled up his throat. 

His neck muscles flexed repeatedly as the mass traveled its way up his throat and into the mouth of his elongated head that was now stretched to the shape of the mask.  Anjali’s head began a bobbing motion as he hacked and moaned in response to both ends of a bird’s beak shoving itself out from inside his mouth.  The beak stretched his maw wide and pushed all the teeth out from his mouth as it forced itself free.  Trickles of blood began falling out from Anjali’s mouth and skin across his face began to tear.  The muscle that was Anjali’s tongue began to dance around inside his mouth as it grew in size and thickened.  It shaped itself into the tongue of a bird and rattled around widely in his growing beak.  Anjali’s mouth was stretched against and sliding back on the bird beak that was sticking far out of the hole.  The beak finished its growth as it and the former mouth of Anjali fused at the ends of the beak and leftover skin shedding itself, his face and mind finally achieving their new state of being.

Anjali’s tailbone pushed against the skin above his ass as he felt feather like appendages pressing under the skin.  They pushed hard against his flesh trying to break free and eventually slid downward, feathers beginning to slide out from Anjali’s butt hole.  His bird tail eventually shot outward from the hole breaking free as it tore the skin surrounding his ass.  A new feather tail twitched about on Anjali’s backside, his moans giving off signs of enjoyment.  

Anjali’s mind was now clear in its focus, control over himself within his abilities.  He was ready to unleash the full extent of his new powers.  So he let it all loose. 

“Auhh  aggghh!! Yeessss!! I’m freee! AAHHHH!!!”  Anjali cried in a thunderous voice.  The people listening to Anjali’s ordeal outside the hut heard the battle cry.

Anjali’s bulking body flexed over and over, with each flex his body expanding greatly in size, all the skin shedding of his former self.  He grew taller and larger, each muscle swelling and rumbling with purpose as it pushed itself towards its true form.  His arms grew extremely wide in appearance, tribal like designs appearing around his forearms on the bird like hair now covering Anjali’s entire body.  Anjali had grown big enough that his body pressed against the ceiling of the hut.  That’s when a large mass pushed against his upper back. 

Huge mounds formed on the surface of Anjali’s back and grew more and more massive.  Muscle was building itself like a growth on his back until it pushed outwards like a new limb, feathers great in length growing off the new appendages.  They were giant wings taking form, red on the tops with yellow feathers adorning the bottoms.  Anjali’s long black hair beneath the mask was all that was left of his former self.  It turned a bright gold and lengthened greatly, the hair above his sideburns growing down past his face. 

The roof of the hut broke as Anjali’s growing form smashed through it.  He let out a cry as his full power was unleashed.  “Gyaaaahhh woaaahhhh!!! Ohhhhhhh….uhhhhh….mmm.”  Anjali let out as he came again, his dick firing out massive wads of cum.  His body slowly settled after the transformation.

Anjali now had the appearance of a giant 20 foot humanoid bird god, with red skin and bird hair covering his body.  He had long flowing gold hair with bright blue eyes below a red mask.  Yellow bird like legs met the end of powerful upper limbs surging with muscle.  Anjali flapped his powerful new wings to try them out and then noticed his old red Sarees lying on the ground torn. 

All the people outside the hut looked up in awe at the new towering form of Anjali.  She was now a divine godhead brought forth in flesh and blood. 

Everyone began to bow down at his presence.  Gopal his grandfather included.

“You did it Anjali.” Gopal said, tears in his eyes as he knew what was once his granddaughter was probably lost to the divine being before him now.

Anjali stood strong and spoke, “My people do not fear!  I am still of mind the person you once new, though I am something more now.  I am a Protector given form! I have the knowledge of our people and the power of the godheads.  I will protect our village and bring an end to this evil that threatens us!”

That’s when Anjali picked up the torn Sarees and tied it around one of his arms.  It would be a constant reminder of his former self and what he had left behind for his people.

Everyone gazed up, some with smiles and others with shock, but all feeling assured by the new Protector’s words.  One villager slowly approached the new divine being and asked, “What should we call you great one?”

Anjali pondered for a bit, feeling compelled to call himself Garuda as it was his power he had obtained.  But he knew it would be offensive to call himself that so instead he thought up a name that instead spoke more to the power’s origins and he being a product of it.

Anjali gazed at the wide eyed villager and said, “You may call me…Garudamon.”