#if michael would be an animal he would be a rabbit or a fox not a cat but hes a cat person so drew him like that anyway

[mikeandabbyau]

Since I drew Vanessa as a poodle last time, now I'll give you guys cat Mike and dog Jeremy (A Bernese). Have a good day 🏄‍♂️🏄‍♂️🏄‍♂️

[unfortunatelyuncreative]

ok thinking about how Michael is both introduced into the story in a mask and (presumably) leaves it in a different one & how that not only shows how much he changed but also how the way he wanted to be perceived changed

Because the first time we see him it's in the foxy mask which has a ton of (potential) symbolism on its own bc like

There's the whole predator animal(bear)Henry vs prey animal(rabbit) William dynamic and Michael starts out as the fox

Which on the one hand is mainly known for being tricky and self-interested, it's not clear yet who's side he'll end up on, as a child he's only concerned for himself.

At the same time though, what are foxes mainly known for hunting?

Rabbits.

Even this early on, Michael hates his father and wants to act out and rebel even if he doesn't know why yet. It's only later on though, only after he's clearly been betrayed by William and gotten scooped that he's definitively on Henry's side with a bear mask and character of his own

Then there's the appearance of the mask itself contrasted with the later one in fnaf 6. While the foxy mask was bright red, toothy, and clearly meant to be intimidating, the polar bear mask is the most placid harmless face imaginable.

And like this character who in his first instance was a child trying to scare other children by making himself look big and threatening ends up choosing a mask to look as approachable as possible and hide a rotting torn up body that would probably scare the snot out of anyone at first glance. I just can't let go of that.

[when-hyperfocus-hits]

This short story is based on a HC that @connectionterminated13 had about William's "experiments." I had an original idea to write it in William's POV, but I thought it would be more interesting to see it on the outside looking in, in Mike's POV. Original post Enjoy!!! -----

He likes to watch them contort in pain and slowly fade away. The rats, I mean. He says it’s more satisfying when they live again.

“Isn’t it amazing, Mike?” He tells me after dissecting a poor rat. “It’s like it never died.”

“I liked that one,” I say, staring at my shoes. That one didn’t try to bite my fingers off out of pure starvation.

“Oh, please, Michael, it’s a rat.” He props the half-dead rat upright, and it wobbles groggily away back into its cage with its zombie buddies. 

I’m feeling particularly defiant today. “So what?” I pick at that one hangnail on my thumb. “That rabbit is a rodent too.”

I jump when I hear the rat cage slam. 

When I look up again, I can’t help but flinch when he grabs my arm. 

“You don’t understand the possibilities, Mike! A substance that can regenerate an organism to the point where they can live again. Can you even fathom what I could do with this kind of substance?” 

“I dunno, give it to a hospital?” 

I can’t feel my hand. Maybe it’s better that way. 

“How are your scars?” He asks me with a twinge of poison in his tone. 

I glance at my arm. “Gone, I guess.” 

“Do you know how long it takes for scars to completely heal and disappear?”

“Uh–”

“Years. And yours were healed in one day.”

It’s your fault. You fixed it.

He lets go of my hand, getting up to get another animal he scavenged from the overgrown backyard. 

It goes on like this, like always. I’ve learned to just stay out of the basement. I’ve learned to ignore the screams of dying animals from down below, but over the days… or was it weeks? Those screams turned more shrill— a horrifying, gut-wrenching scream of agony that seem to come from the darkest, deepest parts of the basement.

One night was particularly bad. They say foxes can scream…

This is different.

Even when I step down the stairs, the air feels different than before. Like musty, but tense. 

My father’s snores in the other room strangely comfort me as I walk down the creaky basement stairs. 

The basement feels different. Why is it stuffy? The ground is moist beneath my feet.

It’s dark. The only light is from the door I left ajar upstairs. The rats hoarsely squeak and scratch at the rusted cages they’ve been locked in for days.

I try to flip the light switch, but it’s almost impossible to find anything in the cramped, crowded basement. 

The rats hiss when I accidentally kick the cages looking for any kind of light. I stub my toe on a particularly heavy thing, and try to hold back a yelp. 

Kneeling down, I feel around for what I practically broke my toe on. Dusty box.

I need a light to be able to see what’s even inside the heavy box, but as I feel around, something sticks out, literally.

It feels like stuffing. Headless.

“Foxy…” I whisper, dragging the heavy box into the dim light from upstairs. Not just Foxy, but multiple stuffed animals of every Freddy’s character… Even Fredbear.

His glossy black eyes never cease to make me uncomfortable. It has a sly sparkle in its eye… or maybe it’s just the light.

“Toys!”

I’ve never turned around faster— It’s a kid’s voice.

“Toys…” A small, dark-haired girl approaches from the darkness, but she’s so pale, she could be a ghost.

“What the hell— heck. What the heck are you doing in here, little girl??”

She immediately recoils, wide-eyed and panicked. “Don’t hurt me—”

“What—? No, I’m… I’m not going to hurt you…” I don’t know whether to take her and get the hell out of here or to call the police or… “How did you get here? We have to get you out of here— Did he do something to you—”

Her green eyes somehow get wider.

“Sorry— One question at a time. How did you get here?”

“The man… he looks like you.”

“No, I’m… I’m not him. I’m Mike. I’m not saying you can trust me, but at least trust that I’m not… him, and I won’t hurt you.”

She only nods, her eyes at least are not as wide anymore.

“Did he… do something to you?”

“Not me… my friends.”

“What friends? There are other kids here?” 

“Not anymore…” She looks up at the basement door.

“He took them away?”

She gives me a nod and starts heading towards the basement stairs.

“Wait, wait— Don’t go up just yet,” I refrain from holding her back but she turns back to me anyway. “Let’s go up together, okay? We have to sneak out. Get the cops.”

“They can help me?” She offers her hand. 

“Yeah, yeah….” The thought of going to a police station especially after what they know I’ve done. I take her tiny hand, and lead her up the stairs. “How old are you?”

“Four.”

“Wow, four… Only four,” I whisper. 

She giggles at my tip-toed feet when we rush up the stairs. But I don’t hear his snores anymore.

“Stay here, uh… Your name?”

“Cassidy…!”

“Shh, shh… Thank you, Cassidy. But let’s be quiet, okay?” The living room is darker than before. I reach for the phone, “I’ll just call the police–”

But a familiar grip on my arm stops me.

“Like hell you will.” 

“Dad–” I barely get out. He’s holding me tighter than before. 

I feel another, much lighter grip on my leg. She’s crying now, hiding from him. “I broke your arm once, I can do it again, Michael.” 

He’s twisting. It hurts.

I’m feeling defiant today again. “How could you ‘experiment’ on literal children–? She said she had friends down here— Ahh— Dad stop—” 

I can’t feel my arm. It’s a sickening shade of purple now. There’s a crazed look in his eyes I’ve never seen before. It’s like complete fury just barely contained by a mask of fake calm. 

“Do you realize what will happen if you go to the police, Mike? They know what you’ve done.”

“It’s to save the kid—”

“So you care more about a child you don’t even know more than your own brother?!”

“No—!” I yell, mostly because of the pain. “You know that’s not it—!” I manage to rip my half numb arm away fast enough to scoop up Cassidy. 

His mask is slipping. His face is red now. 

“I’m taking her home!” I try to stare right back with as much fire in my eyes as he does. Surprisingly, he stands back away from us, still near the phone. I take my chance to bolt out the door in his stunned state. 

I glance at the car, but no keys. I have to run. Who knows how long he’ll stay there, shaken. 

“Where is your home?” I ask her, still running as fast as I can to anybody I can trust. Henry. Yes, Henry.

“I don’t…”

“You don’t know?”

She shakes her head. Henry would know. He can help. He has to help.  --- Not sure if I got carried away towards the end with incorporating some of my own headcanons, etc, but please lmk what you think!

PART TWO IS HERE!!

[logbook99]

Foxy mask.

Hands reach through the darkness and grip the nearest thing they can find, and what they encounter is a memory. If it were a pleasant memory, he wouldn't feel nauseous looking at it again.

The mask is brought to his face as he peers through the eye holes, viewing the memories of a younger soul—the version of himself he regretted. Sometimes. His first memory that greets him is the day Charlie comes over, the girl excitedly offering him a hug, which he greedily accepts. He holds her close, gently and gingerly, feeling his knees weaken for a different reason.

She's alive, safe, and still here with Michael, he knows. She's not in that machine, that puppet; she's here with flesh and soul. He hears her give a surprised laugh. "Miss me that much?" Charlotte teases, 'I miss seeing you in one piece, not flat down in the alleyway.' He keeps it to himself, but it's food for thought.

"Yeah, I guess I did. But why wouldn't I? You're my best friend; I'm always happy to see you." Much to his dismay, Michael responds that he'll squeeze her before letting her go, but she can't know what he does. He refuses to ruin this reunion—a memory? Was this his memory? It did feel right, but it differed slightly from what he remembered. She was here before, hugging and inviting him and his siblings. His siblings. His facial expression must have worried Charlotte as she gently taps his shoulder. "Mick, are you good in there?" His nose scrunches in annoyance. 'Mick', he remembered. That nickname wasn't bad, but it was irritating to hear it and think of 'the mouse.' Oh well, he'll live.

"Yeah, Charles, I'm just fine." Michael nudges her; if this wasn't a memory, it was just a dream. He can enjoy it while he can; Charlie's here. Since it's a dream, he will be able to find others. The man's—no, the boy's—shoulder is lightly smacked. "Don't call me Charles! I sound forty!" Charlotte jokingly exclaims, which gets a laugh from Michael.

His eyes wander from her to the checker-patterned floor, the booths, and the tables. They were in Fredbear's dining area. He hadn't seen Fredbear's in so long—did it look like this? He could have sworn that—no. He must be tired—in a dream, in some way? Charlotte backs away from him to tug something from her jacket pocket. He hears the shuffling of paper and returns his eyes toward her, seeing a green, pink, white, and yellow painted card now given to him. "Sammy and I's birthday is coming up!" she announces happily to Michael, who has encountered another issue here.

Who is Sammy?

"O-oh, so soon?" He'll pretend he knows who Sammy is, just for now. "Well, of course, I'll come to your birthday. I know what you want. Easy peasy." Michael says this confidently as Charlotte turns herself away to step toward an arcade cabinet. Of course, he follows along. Michael doesn't want to lose sight of her right now. Who knows when he'll wake up from this dream? Watching her insert a Faztoken into the coin slot causes the cabinet to spring to life. 'Springbonnie happy town' sounded new to him; he kept an eye on the screen as Charlotte pressed play.

Seeing the amalgamation of pixels create the yellow rabbit his father adorned causes discomfort. Indeed, this was just a momentary thing. Maybe Charlie will get bored and play something else. Springbonnie goes house to house to gather all four animal friends.

And his hand flattens against Charlie's own. He grabs her hand as he sees the animals approach the rabbit. Chicken, rabbit, fox, and bear. Oh, if only he had memories of his teen self before he knew who these would become. He can hear Charlie's voice after some ringing: "Mike! You're going to break my hand!" Blue eyes dart down, and they see that he's squeezing her tight and quickly letting go. The game's happy chiptune music taunts him, and he backs away as the Yellow Rabbit dances. He's waiting for Charlie to continue control.

"I feel pretty dizzy right now. Sorry." And Michael was rushing away before Charlie could say anything else. Running to the male restroom, he quickly looks himself over in the mirror. Teenage him. 13 years old, his hair was a bit longer than he thought it was, and he had blue eyes and tanned skin from running around outside and playing sports. Summer. It was almost over. His hands rest on the sink counter as he looks himself over. Small pink scars decorate his bottom mouth from the very red foxy mask he wears now. Too many unlucky door slams have caused the mask's blunt fangs to bump and skin his lips on occasion. Sometimes, even cutting in.

Shaking hands rose to grip the fox mask and tear it off his face. He shuts his eyes tight. Waiting, he should wake up. Right? He started this dream by putting it on. He had to wake up now.

Any moment now.

BANG. A stall door opens a bit too loud, and Michael's eyes shoot open, seeing a red-haired boy. Around his and Charlie's ages, he was thin and tall. He wore a fake eyepatch. Ah, the self-proclaimed Foxy's number-one fan. Fritz. Seeing him walk right over and rest his fake hook accessory on the counter, he tosses a look of intrigue at Michael.

"Afton, hey! I haven't seen you for two days! You skipped out on coming by? That's what your sister Liz has been saying. You got into skipping." He begins washing his hands, and Michael has to look him over a few times. He's here. Alive. Fritz isn't in the animatronic. Fritz grabs a paper towel to blot his hands dry as he raises a brow at Michael's silence. "Hello? Are you well, Afton? Or did Simmons finally get you to drink, and you're acting weird because of it?" Oh. Crap.

Michael shakes his head and gathers water to rub into his face.

"Haha. Very funny. No, Simmons didn't get me drunk. It's not that I don't feel cool without alcohol, but I must admit that I have been avoiding it. I've been busy." 'Busy' is a loaded word for trying to release their souls in the future.

"Mr busy! I see. I see. Anyway, have you seen your brother?" Fritz crumpled the paper towel and put it in the bin. Michael thought hard about his brother. Evan should be here somewhere. "He isn't in his usual spot by the stage," Michael asks. Mike needs some clarification. Fritz takes that as an apparent 'no' and holds his hook back. "Nah. I guess Sissy Lizzy must have him, then. Twins are often together, after all." Elizabeth. He hadn't thought of her since Circus Baby's attack. When Michael leaves his mind, Fritz is going, and Michael follows.

The diner is live with children and families, looking at it in this populace. Michael can see how the kids got lured off so easily. While there are many people, there need to be more guards. There are not enough eyes to follow every child running here from there. His eyes lock onto a familiar man tying Charlie's ponytail up in her green scrunchie. He was the man she also so adored, as did Michael.

Henry Emily was a 5"5' man. He looked almost constantly angry, but that was far from the truth. Henry had brunette curls just like his daughter but shorter. Henry kisses his child on the forehead, and Michael can see another child once he moves aside. He looks similar enough to Charlie—was this Sammy? Henry takes notice of Michael and waves him over, to which Michael approaches the family.

"Hey, Charlotte says you were feeling dizzy. Are you okay, Mikey?" He'll reach out, laying his hand on Michael's brow, and Michael freezes. He hasn't been handled with such gentleness and care in years, not since Elizabeth died and his father attempted to calm him down. "Well, you don't seem to have a fever, which is good, but you look a little pale." He could cry; he could cry. He has not seen Charlotte or Henry in years, and he hugs Henry.

Henry is surprised before putting his hands on Michael's back. "Mikey, are you feeling bad? Were you brought here by your father? I can take you home if you need me to," he says softly. Michael is speechless, virtually clutching on Henry; he can't remember the last time he saw this man. He's so concentrated on Henry that he doesn't notice Sammy staring at him, but Henry is the one who pulls away and ruffles Mike's hair. "You act like you didn't just see me a few days ago, Mike. What is wrong?"

"I sincerely appreciate you, Uncle Henry. You've been just amazing to my family." Michael felt his eyes wet and immediately wiped them with his arm. "And I love you." Charlotte smiles at her father and buddy; Sammy stands with his arms folded as Henry tells Michael he loves him too. Michael finally looks at the boy and attempts to evaluate him; eventually, he approaches and gives a fist.

"Sammy, good to see you," Michael says.

"Sure." Sammy pulls away and eventually pushes his knuckles against Michael's before rushing out, hands stuffed into his jeans pockets as he walks through the crowd of youngsters and teenagers.

"So- Michael, Charlotte tells me you'll attend hers and Sammy's party in two weeks?" Henry asks the child as he watches his son leave; the Afton teen returns his gaze and instantly grabs Charlie's hand, squeezing it.

"Of course! Why's that even a question? I wouldn't miss it for the world!" This dream keeps going, and he's unsure whether he'll be here anymore. Maybe he will, though. Some big-time skip might happen, right?

"Alright, I have a job for you then. Meet me at Parts & Service within an hour." with that; Henry swiftly exits the scene to lift his walkie-talkie and page one of the workers as he leaves the teens.

"You like holding my hand, huh?" Charlie queries, looking his way, brown eyes on blue.

"Maybe I just really like you."

"Oh, come on."

"Who knows... it's a mystery, Charles."

He is having fun but misses being with someone his age again. As an adult, he is alone. But here, in this dream, he can be with her again and many others in his age range who spoke to him like a person. Charlie will swing their hands together as she takes him to fetch some pizza; they only have an hour.

What to do until then?

[tractorbeamofwoe]

Gabriel Michael headcanons

(AKA lore I just made up) Hi I’m a little bit obsessed with sorry!will actually and especially his character from We Saved a Kingdom and this is also the first thing I’ve written and posted for this fandom so enjoy I guess ok bye <33

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Gabriel loves animals, literally spends hours outside in the castle gardens scattering seeds and nuts in the grass in the hopes it would attract birds and squirrels.

Sometimes animals will even come up and eat straight from his hand, which makes him lowkey emotional.

A bird once landed on his shoulder and it gave him such a confidence boost.

Rescues injured animals as well of course. He's nursed a number of rabbits, squirrels, foxes and deer back to health.

I like to imagine Helen reincarnated as a deer that came to eat nuts and berries from his hand once and kept nudging him for attention.

She sort of stuck around and became the resident deer in the castle.

No one really realised it was her until she was down by the river one day and she was sniffing at one specific spot. The exact spot where she left Gabriel as a toddler and the exact spot where he was found again by Thomas.

She even finds a basket in a patch of reeds and carries it in her mouth to her son before dropping it at his feet, as if amazed that the 6’6 prince in front of her was once the tiny 3 year old who fit in her arms.

And Gabriel’s so worried he's not the man she imagined he'd be or that he's not making her proud :((

But she quickly shuts down all those assumptions with various head nudges and face licks

He's so used to his father putting pressure on him to be a certain way that he'd never expect it of other people. In fact he'd actively encourage you to be yourself around him and let you know he's a safe space for you to talk about your passions and fears.

I mean you saw how he befriended Dark Dave with zero hesitation and, even knowing he killed his mother, he accepted him as his adoptive dad

Literally the biggest supporter of his gay dads that man is an ally

Helen HATES Thomas and as she should. When she gets let into the castle she recognises his stuff like his crown and she probably gags

Tries to play matchmaker for her son cause there's no way she's gonna be reunited with him after so long just to watch him be a sad loser.

Basically he just loves all creatures big and small

That being said though I feel like he doesn't want to end up with the richest princess in the land as his father encouraged, because that feels in-genuine and more like a business transaction. I can see him settling down with someone more magical like a witch or a shapeshifter instead (reminds him of Dark Dave)

He'd grab all the ingredients they need for their potions even if he has to go to the furthest swamp or forest to get them.

In return they use their powers or potions to heal any injured animals he brings in.

It's canon confirmed he became a dark wizard after the events of the episode as well so they're a perfect match.

I'd like to think he only uses his newly acquired powers for good, though a villain arc would be something interesting to explore at a later date.

He’s more of a healer than a fighter. The thought of battle terrifies him, no matter how much Thomas tries to beat it into him.

Anxious boy

And yeah Thomas was really rough on him growing up so it doesn’t surprise me he’d have a villain arc.

I don't think he'd be a very good villain though sorry.

Haha 'sorry'

Also goes through an angsty “it’s not a phase dad UGH!” phase

Lord knows where he got his love of theatre from but I think it would be silly if his American accent was the product of a curse placed on him as an infant by Dark Dave as a way to get back at Thomas (aside from, you know, killing his wife)

[smokeybrandreviews]

Riding the Eye of the Storm

I am an unapologetic shill for Transformers, specifically Generation One. It was a pillar of my childhood. I’ve spoken about this at length because, like Spider-Man and Godzilla, this franchise shaped my taste in media for years to come. It was my love for transforming robots which lead me to Voltron, which spring boarded me to Robotech, that caused me to stumble down the cyberpunk rabbit hole and come to rest at the foot of Evangelion. Without Transformers, I wouldn’t have given Voltron a second look and probably missed out on my all-time favorite anime. Obviously, that’s hyperbole, kind of. I would have found EVA eventually, especially how saturated that franchise has become, but I would like to think my openness to it stemmed from my love for Optimus and his rag-tag bunch of freedom fighters. I’ve defended my little long form toy commercial for years, knowing that, as an Eighties product to move re-branded Diaclone and Micro Man content here in the States, there was no lore or cohesive story content to be had. I mean, there was, broad strokes of a eons long war, dead planets, Unicron, and whatever else, but not enough to really sink your teeth into. This was a kids show. No one needs character development or world building. Kids are dumb and won’t appreciate any of that. And then BtaS happened and all that sh*t changed. Transformers saw the value of narrative and gave us Beast Wars. From that point on, story and character finally took precedence. Every US developed Transformers show going forward, made it a point to build a lore around their core characters and, for a time, it was glorious. Animated and Prime gave us something really special. The War for Cybertron, with all of their faults, really put in the effort to build out that world. Even Cyberverse and Earthspark are out here, shining way more bright than they have any right to be. Hasbro has finally given proper due to the Transformers on the small screen and I am living for it. That said, theatrically? Theatrically, it’s been rough.

I hate Bayformers. Hate. Viscerally. Michael Bay is a terrible director. He’s great at action set pieces and has a brilliant eye for visual effects, but the man has no idea how to develop a character to save his life. He makes movies from the effects out. The spectacle is the point of his films, not the narrative content. So, for me, as a fan of this franchise for almost four goddamn decades, it was rough seeing the stark decline from the first to the last. Let’s be real right now, the Marky Mark Bayformers films are absolute nonsense. One of them didn’t even have the f*cking Decepticons transform, just explode into amorphous squares and sh*t. Bro, how you have a Transformers film without and transforming? Plus, they replaced the only actual character with an arc in the entire franchise, because Spielberg was offended she likened working for Mike Bay to serving under Hitler. Yo, if you knew how Megan Fox was treated on those sets, you’d know exactly why she said what she said. Ma got stories of the sexist bullsh*t she had to suffer through, going back to Bad Boys 2, when she was an extra on set at sixteen years old. The f*ck? And the way they wrote her out is just lazy. That chick Carly in the third? That was Mikaela, all day. Legitimately that’s the resolution to HER arc. After Fox got released in the off-season, Bay and his braintrust of writers just did a search-and-replace for anything that said Mikaela with Carly, and printed “revised” scripts. Lazy. Just f*cking lazy. I hate the Bayformers films so much, especially because they started with so much potential.

After The Last Knight deservedly flopped (Knights? In my Transformers movie? Really?), we got Bumblebee, which was basically the Iron Giant with our adorable, slug bug, mascot. And it was good. Travis Knight got a shot at this one and you can tell he wanted to do right by G1 and he did. I loved Bumblebee. Obviously, it wasn’t perfect. The aforementioned Iron Giant narrative is a thing but is that terrible? I loved the Iron Giant. It was dope. If you’re going to crib notes from something, make it a proven narrative, right? Avatar stole it’s entire goddamn identity from Dances with Wolves. Skyfall, my favorite Bond film, is just The Dark Knight. I can forgive Bumblebee basically lifting its entire vibe from The Iron Giant, especially with those opening scene on Cybertron. Believe me when I tell you, seeing my G1 inspired designs, mixed with the photo realism of that Bayformers aesthetic, I shrieked aloud. That one scene, was everything I wanted in my Transformers film. That was more than enough to satiate my very bias, very nostalgic, Millennial heart. I saw that sh*t three times in theaters and loved every second. I thought Bumblebee was a strong step forward in the right direction. That is until Rise of the Beasts dropped. Believe me when I say, RotB, was such a letdown after the high of Bumblebee. That sh*t was basically just a Bayformers entry without the goddamn Bayhem. The Bayhem is the point! You can’t make Bayformers with the Bayhem. Trying to imitate that sh*t halfheartedly, especially trying your best to bring in the Beast Wars fans and not alienate the goodwill you garnered from the excellent Bumblebee, was a goddamn mistake. I hate Bayformers because it’s a loud, disjointed, mess of admittedly beautiful visuals. The stories sucked, the Transformers designs are the worst in the franchise, and there story is so f*cking convoluted, it makes X-Men comics look like Emerson, but I was never bored watching them. Rise of the Beasts is boring. It takes the worst aspects of Bayformers and Bumblebee, mashes them together, and sh*ts out a very corpo curated product, with an eye toward a future cinematic universe. You can’t do that. You have to make sure your first entry is strong enough to stand on its own. That’s how the MCU did it. That’s how the Monsterverse did. That’s how it’s done. Which brings me to the point of this essay, Transformers One looks like that entry point.

When I heard we were getting an origin story for Transformers, roughly following the IDW and Prime origin of the Megs-Prime conflict, I was hesitant. That story is so good, and has been told excellently several times, but never in the theater, never in “serious” media. Then the cast was announced. Chris Hemsworth as Orion Pax? Bryan Tyree Hill as pre-despot Megatron? Word? The only one that made any sense to me was Scarlett Johansson as Elite-1 because of course. I figured Hasbro f*ckded up again but then something happened. I saw the character designs. They reminded me of that first five minutes from Bumblebee. Then a trailer dropped. It WAS the first five minutes of Bumblebee, mixed with a little bit of Beast Machines, and a whole lot of Transformers Prime. There was humor. There was levity. There was pathos and characterization. You can tell there is strong chemistry within the cast, something that wasn’t necessarily a thing in Bayformers, RotB, but was definitely there in Bumblebee. There was color, life, enthusiasm, and genuine warmth. That short three minutes, sold me immediately on this film and I need so much more. It felt authentic to Transforms, an extension of the very best the franchise has to offer, and really hammered home how this theatrical franchise should have been full CG from the very beginning. I mean, the theatrical continuity for Transformers is an absolute mess now, but this origin film has the potential to clean that up. As long as it’s good. So far, I am loving what I’ve seen. So far, I have hope. It’s weird to say, but I have optimism for a good theatrical Transformers film again.

[blood-and-pizza]

Henry: OK, Will. We need one more character to round out the Fazbear Band. He's on a stage separate from the other three. He needs to stand out from them, but also be able to fit right in with them.

William: Right. So... what animal should it be? We need to find the right species that would fit in with a bear, a rabbit, and a chicken.

Henry: Um, I was thinking... a... a beaver?

William: *frowns* Henry, I love you... like a brother... *cough cough*... but that is a terrible idea. How does a beaver fit?

Henry: Well, what would YOU suggest?

William: Hmm... a wolf.

Henry: A wolf? I mean... I like the idea, but aren't wolves typically villains?

William: Yes, but wolves are actually lovely creatures. They're horribly misunderstood, Henry. We could teach kids that.

Henry: I mean, you raise a good point, Will. Maybe--

Michael: *popping up out of nowhere* What about a fox?! A fox that's a pirate!

William: Michael, don't be ridiculous--

Henry: No, wait, Will. I'm actually intrigued. Tell me about this fox pirate, Mike.

Michael: *grins* He's Foxy the pirate! Pirates are cunning, and foxes are cunning, and he's a pirate fox, so he's really, REALLY cunning and smart! He's sailed the seven seas looking for the finest pizza in all the world, and he found it at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza! *jazz hands*

Henry: ... Mike, god bless your imagination. That's the best story I've ever heard. We're using it, Will! I think you'd agree that a fox is a perfect fit.

William: *silently fuming*... Hmph. I suppose it IS a SAFER choice than a wolf...

Michael: And foxes are misunderstood, too, Father!

William: *a vein rises in his forehead* Yes, thank you, Michael... UGH. I really wanted a wolf...

Henry: Someday, Will. Someday...

[smokeybrand]

Riding the Eye of the Storm

I am an unapologetic shill for Transformers, specifically Generation One. It was a pillar of my childhood. I’ve spoken about this at length because, like Spider-Man and Godzilla, this franchise shaped my taste in media for years to come. It was my love for transforming robots which lead me to Voltron, which spring boarded me to Robotech, that caused me to stumble down the cyberpunk rabbit hole and come to rest at the foot of Evangelion. Without Transformers, I wouldn’t have given Voltron a second look and probably missed out on my all-time favorite anime. Obviously, that’s hyperbole, kind of. I would have found EVA eventually, especially how saturated that franchise has become, but I would like to think my openness to it stemmed from my love for Optimus and his rag-tag bunch of freedom fighters. I’ve defended my little long form toy commercial for years, knowing that, as an Eighties product to move re-branded Diaclone and Micro Man content here in the States, there was no lore or cohesive story content to be had. I mean, there was, broad strokes of a eons long war, dead planets, Unicron, and whatever else, but not enough to really sink your teeth into. This was a kids show. No one needs character development or world building. Kids are dumb and won’t appreciate any of that. And then BtaS happened and all that sh*t changed. Transformers saw the value of narrative and gave us Beast Wars. From that point on, story and character finally took precedence. Every US developed Transformers show going forward, made it a point to build a lore around their core characters and, for a time, it was glorious. Animated and Prime gave us something really special. The War for Cybertron, with all of their faults, really put in the effort to build out that world. Even Cyberverse and Earthspark are out here, shining way more bright than they have any right to be. Hasbro has finally given proper due to the Transformers on the small screen and I am living for it. That said, theatrically? Theatrically, it’s been rough.

I hate Bayformers. Hate. Viscerally. Michael Bay is a terrible director. He’s great at action set pieces and has a brilliant eye for visual effects, but the man has no idea how to develop a character to save his life. He makes movies from the effects out. The spectacle is the point of his films, not the narrative content. So, for me, as a fan of this franchise for almost four goddamn decades, it was rough seeing the stark decline from the first to the last. Let’s be real right now, the Marky Mark Bayformers films are absolute nonsense. One of them didn’t even have the f*cking Decepticons transform, just explode into amorphous squares and sh*t. Bro, how you have a Transformers film without and transforming? Plus, they replaced the only actual character with an arc in the entire franchise, because Spielberg was offended she likened working for Mike Bay to serving under Hitler. Yo, if you knew how Megan Fox was treated on those sets, you’d know exactly why she said what she said. Ma got stories of the sexist bullsh*t she had to suffer through, going back to Bad Boys 2, when she was an extra on set at sixteen years old. The f*ck? And the way they wrote her out is just lazy. That chick Carly in the third? That was Mikaela, all day. Legitimately that’s the resolution to HER arc. After Fox got released in the off-season, Bay and his braintrust of writers just did a search-and-replace for anything that said Mikaela with Carly, and printed “revised” scripts. Lazy. Just f*cking lazy. I hate the Bayformers films so much, especially because they started with so much potential.

After The Last Knight deservedly flopped (Knights? In my Transformers movie? Really?), we got Bumblebee, which was basically the Iron Giant with our adorable, slug bug, mascot. And it was good. Travis Knight got a shot at this one and you can tell he wanted to do right by G1 and he did. I loved Bumblebee. Obviously, it wasn’t perfect. The aforementioned Iron Giant narrative is a thing but is that terrible? I loved the Iron Giant. It was dope. If you’re going to crib notes from something, make it a proven narrative, right? Avatar stole it’s entire goddamn identity from Dances with Wolves. Skyfall, my favorite Bond film, is just The Dark Knight. I can forgive Bumblebee basically lifting its entire vibe from The Iron Giant, especially with those opening scene on Cybertron. Believe me when I tell you, seeing my G1 inspired designs, mixed with the photo realism of that Bayformers aesthetic, I shrieked aloud. That one scene, was everything I wanted in my Transformers film. That was more than enough to satiate my very bias, very nostalgic, Millennial heart. I saw that sh*t three times in theaters and loved every second. I thought Bumblebee was a strong step forward in the right direction. That is until Rise of the Beasts dropped. Believe me when I say, RotB, was such a letdown after the high of Bumblebee. That sh*t was basically just a Bayformers entry without the goddamn Bayhem. The Bayhem is the point! You can’t make Bayformers with the Bayhem. Trying to imitate that sh*t halfheartedly, especially trying your best to bring in the Beast Wars fans and not alienate the goodwill you garnered from the excellent Bumblebee, was a goddamn mistake. I hate Bayformers because it’s a loud, disjointed, mess of admittedly beautiful visuals. The stories sucked, the Transformers designs are the worst in the franchise, and there story is so f*cking convoluted, it makes X-Men comics look like Emerson, but I was never bored watching them. Rise of the Beasts is boring. It takes the worst aspects of Bayformers and Bumblebee, mashes them together, and sh*ts out a very corpo curated product, with an eye toward a future cinematic universe. You can’t do that. You have to make sure your first entry is strong enough to stand on its own. That’s how the MCU did it. That’s how the Monsterverse did. That’s how it’s done. Which brings me to the point of this essay, Transformers One looks like that entry point.

When I heard we were getting an origin story for Transformers, roughly following the IDW and Prime origin of the Megs-Prime conflict, I was hesitant. That story is so good, and has been told excellently several times, but never in the theater, never in “serious” media. Then the cast was announced. Chris Hemsworth as Orion Pax? Bryan Tyree Hill as pre-despot Megatron? Word? The only one that made any sense to me was Scarlett Johansson as Elite-1 because of course. I figured Hasbro f*ckded up again but then something happened. I saw the character designs. They reminded me of that first five minutes from Bumblebee. Then a trailer dropped. It WAS the first five minutes of Bumblebee, mixed with a little bit of Beast Machines, and a whole lot of Transformers Prime. There was humor. There was levity. There was pathos and characterization. You can tell there is strong chemistry within the cast, something that wasn’t necessarily a thing in Bayformers, RotB, but was definitely there in Bumblebee. There was color, life, enthusiasm, and genuine warmth. That short three minutes, sold me immediately on this film and I need so much more. It felt authentic to Transforms, an extension of the very best the franchise has to offer, and really hammered home how this theatrical franchise should have been full CG from the very beginning. I mean, the theatrical continuity for Transformers is an absolute mess now, but this origin film has the potential to clean that up. As long as it’s good. So far, I am loving what I’ve seen. So far, I have hope. It’s weird to say, but I have optimism for a good theatrical Transformers film again.

[severeballoonknot]

The Easter bunny

“Daddy, who’s the Easter bunny and what is his connection to the Abrahamic religion system?” Ronald, the husband, the father, the warrior, gazed down gently at little Michael, his youngest son. His deep voice that overwhelmed the boys ears with hope and wonder spoke. “Let me tell you a story, son. Do you remember the story of the manger? Of our lord Jesus Christ?” Michael nodded excitedly. He had always loved that story. “Well, there’s something I’ve never told you before about that story. A detail I left out. But today, my boy, you’re finally old enough to learn about Mary’s second son. You see, after Jesus was killed, Mary decided it was best for her youngest to run away and to take up a new identity. He lived for a very long time and changed a lot of lives. Lives like yours, Michael. Thankfully he stayed hidden for centuries before he was tragically cut short by an evil man named Pleurisy. Pleurisy was jealous of the man and his strengths. His godlike ability to pull light from the sky and control it as if a part of his own hand made him feel powerless, and when a man feels powerless he can do horrible things. This man was a very large public figure, so his death was covered up as to not cause country-wide outrage.” The other 4 of the sliver fox’s children had gathered around his feet in a circle, listening intently and staring up at him in awe of the story. Ronald had always had such a way of painting pictures with his words. The sights he spoke into existence as simply as tying a knot seemed the gather in towards his towering form and softly floated and buzzed around the seven heads in the room. “well, the man died long after his family and had no one to guide him to heaven to be amongst the others of God’s children. So, he lay waiting in his casket for that very special day that his older brother would rise to join him in the afterlife, and one day, that day came. On easter morning, the man had leapt into the stars, leaving his body and his life behind. Now, children. The Easter bunny. Which one wanted to hear about him? You? The adopted one, right?” Michael spoke again with visible tears on his face “I’m adopted?” They stared at each other for a moment “ Yeah… Anyway, a rabbit priest, a priestly rabbit came hopping along a few years later with quite an intent for disruption. He dug a burrow into the thick mound of dirt he had claimed as his own only to meet something hard. ‘Metal? Cement?’ He thought. Wood. The rabbit has dug so far down that he had reached the man’s casket. And being a curious rabbit, he climbed inside to see if the man had been a practicing Christian. No cross was found around the neck of the picked clean bone he found there. The rabbit was disappointed. It was getting cold out and so he climbed inside of the forms ribcage, hoping he wouldn’t mind the company. The days turned into nights until the rabbit had realized it had become Easter yet again. As the skeleton began to move on its own it pulled the animal out from inside it by the ear and asked it what it had been doing in there. The rabbit assured him that he meant no harm and that he was just very cold. They made a deal that since the man couldn’t come down to earth all year, that the rabbit could keep his remains safe and dedicate his life to spreading his message. They both agreed and they shook on it. It was a beautiful spring day when the rabbit decided to bring the skeleton outside and disguised it inside costume of himself. He egged people houses and he told people to ‘suck it!!’ And all was well in America. And that man, oh how he smiles down upon all of you kids, I just know it.” “Really? How would you know?” Ronald Reagan glanced up at his husband Benjamin Franklin Christ and tucked a strand of his long, silver hair behind his ear. Their smiles two halves of the same ring. “Oh, I know.”

[stellarstarcelios]

Five Nights at Freddy's AU | FNaF 1: Child's Play - Chapter 1

Heeeeyyy, guys! Since I'm doing more writing, I figured I should post some of my other stories here! Since you guys seemed pretty interested in my Five Nights at Freddy's AU, here's the first chapter of it! I'm 4 chapter in on AO3, but hey, I'll post it here too!

Enjoy! :)

Pizza divider I used can be found here!

The night was quiet as a red pickup truck drove along a dark road, the street lamps and headlights providing the only light in the dead of night. Most of everyone else was asleep at this point, safe in their beds and off in dreamland. But out on the roads to a city street, a red pickup truck made its way down into the town. The driver looked anything but happy as he sighed in aggravation. 

The truck drove down the road, moving down a few turns, before slowing as it approached a large parking lot, surrounding a large white building. The parking lot was faintly lit from the glow of several lights, with only one other car parked between two of the white lines. The driver of the red pickup picked a spot close to the entrance of the building, stopping his vehicle and shutting it off. He then opened the door and stepped out. The man was in the shorter range for a male, with short brown hair and deep blue eyes shining from his fair complexion. He wore a french blue cap with a black brim, a french blue shirt with buttons, a black tie, blue denim jeans and black shoes. His cap read with the words, “Night Watch,” and his nametag sat on his chest. It read, “Mike.” 

Mike looked up at the unlit sign above the building’s front doors, seeing four robotic animals depicted on it. A brown bear, a purple rabbit, a yellow chicken, and a red fox. He squinted and let out a small, “tch.” He didn’t care how happy and innocent they tried to make these stupid robots look, he knew what they were really like.

Mike wouldn’t admit what happened at his job to anyone but his girlfriend. It’s not like anyone really believed him anyways. He had tried telling people, tried telling his friends about what happened to him at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria. No one would believe Mike was terrorized every night by animatronic animals with minds of their own. The very first night came as a surprise to him. After Mike landed the job, he was excited to finally have something that would pay him well enough to get by with his girlfriend, Jennifer.

But he should’ve known what he had gotten himself into.

Mike remembered that first message. It sounded unreal; the Bite of ‘87, the animatronics walking around, and the idea that they seemed to have minds of their own. Mike figured this would be a piece of cake and ignored the warnings.

Mike should have known better.

It had been a whole year already of shutting doors, peeking out the windows, conserving power, listening for their noises, and too many near death encounters with these insane piles of scrap metal. But it’s not like Mike could afford any other job. He did drop out of high school, after all.

His train of thought was interrupted by the sound of the front doors opening, and the night guard turned his gaze to the man now walking out. He was tall, with short tannish hair, brown eyes, and light skin. He wore a crisp white dress shirt with nice gray slacks and black dress shoes. He began to make his way down the small sidewalk.

Mike sighed and put his hands into his pockets. He made his way to the sidewalk and headed for the doors. 

The man could hear footsteps and opened his eyes, seeing a shorter young man and smiling. “Heya, Michael! How are you doing tonight?”

Mike sighed and frowned. “Hello, Mr. Jonston. It’s… been a day, sir. And please, call me Mike.”

Mr. Jonston was within a foot or two of Mike and he smiled at the younger man. Mike knew his boss was a very cheery guy who didn’t seem to have a care in the world. Mike had even tried to explain his plight to his boss, but Mr. Jonston seemed to just shrug it off as if nothing was wrong. As a result, the night guard had come to despise his boss, but knew he couldn’t just quit now. He needed this job, he really did.

Snapping his head from his thoughts, Mike heard his boss ask him something.

“Are you ready for another night?”

Mike shrugged. “As ready as I’ll ever be, boss.”

Mr. Jonston reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring of keys, handing them to the younger man. The manager chuckled. “You’ll take good care of the place, like you usually do, right?”

Mike frowned again. “I’ll do my best sir.”

A hard slap was given to Mike’s back, making him almost fall over. 

“Alrighty, then! See you tomorrow, Michael!” And with that, Mr. Jonston walked away, not a care on his mind.

Mike watched him for a few moments, before huffing and muttering, “It’s Mike,” under his breath. He then walked into the building, turning to lock the doors behind him. He slowly turned to face the inside of the building.

The black and white checkered floor led into the large party room, with tables clothed in white and decorated with party hats spaced out in it. A smaller strage with a purple curtain sat to one side of the room. A couple of other doors led into the kitchen, but the stage on the center of the far wall demanded his attention.

There they were, standing on the stage. A brown bear with a black top hat and bowtie. A purple rabbit with a red bowtie holding a red guitar. A yellow chicken with a bib holding a cupcake on a plate. They all stared straight ahead with their blue, red, and purple eyes, not seeming to see Mike as his eyes met theirs.

Mike sucked in a breath before turning away. “Don’t look at ‘em, Mike, just head to your office. Just ignore them for now.” He began a hurried walk towards the office in the back end, not even noticing the sinister smiles forming beneath the robotic eyes following his every move.

*****

Footsteps moved from within the west hallway and into the security office. Mike took a look around at all the drawings on the walls and the screens on the desk as he made his way inside. He took his tablet from the desk and moved to sit down in his chair, powering on the device as he sat. His brows furrowed as the tablet powered on. 100 percent power and the clock was about to strike midnight. 

Mike sighed softly. “Here we go again,” he muttered as the clock changed to twelve.

The first ten or fifteen minutes weren’t anything scary. Everything was quiet, as Mike wished it could be the whole time. He flipped through the cameras showing the dining rooms, the halls, and the bathroom entrances. There was nothing to see, and he didn’t even hear any noises from the kitchen. 

“Why won’t they fix that stupid kitchen camera,” Mike asked under his breath. He changed his camera to Pirate’s Cove, seeing the purple curtain with its little starry designs blocking his view of the small stage. Looks like Foxy hadn’t decided to show his face yet, which was good since he was pretty quick once he started running down the hall.

Mike adjusted his sitting position and tapped on the camera for the stage. Bonnie and Chica stood by Freddy’s sides with their usual grins on their faces. Bonnie held her guitar and Chica, her cupcake. Luckily, they didn’t seem to be active yet.

The security guard let out a small sigh. “Well, maybe they’re not gonna bother me for a bit more.” Mike rolled his eyes after he said this. “But, that would be weird of them not to do that. They’ve got to--”

“Mike.”

Mike’s blood ran cold as a soft voice called his name. He looked down at the tablet screen to see nothing had changed on it. Bonnie, Freddy, and Chica still stood in their places. Mike felt a bead of sweat roll down his face. He had heard that voice before and he knew it well. He watched Bonnie for a moment, squinting as he did so. “What…”

And that was when it happened.

Bonnie’s eyes moved towards the camera and a wicked grin crossed her face.

Mike’s own blue eyes went wide and he watched in horror as Bonnie set down her guitar. “Shit! She’s already moving?!”

Bonnie stepped down from the stage and Mike quickly ran to the hallway. He could hear her dreadful steps coming from the room furthest from him. The night guard found himself quickly pulling back into the room and grabbing his tablet from the chair. He couldn’t see Bonnie with Freddy or Chica and he quickly flipped to the dining room camera. She was now walking past the tables and towards the hall. 

“No, no, no!” Mike ran to the hall again and could hear those steps getting louder. He moved to look down the other hall, but it was quiet. He stepped back, and that was when the guard heard it.

“Michael…”

Mike gulped. He didn’t want to look down to see if that was who he thought it was, but he knew he had to. Mike looked down to see Chica was now looking into the camera. “What the hell?! You too?!”

Chica stepped down and he could see her move from the camera’s view. “Damn it, Chica, why now?!” Mike yelled as he flipped the camera again. He could see Bonnie was now passing Pirate’s Cove and his breaths quickened. “Shoot!”

The security guard backed up until he fell into his chair. He nearly fell onto his back in the process and he found himself trembling violently. Mike tried to calm his breathing and quivering body, but with those dreadful steps coming ever since closer, he just couldn’t steady himself. “Okay, okay, Mike,” the guard spoke to himself. “You can do this, you’ve been dealing with this for months now… you can–”

A sudden loud thump came from the hallway to his left and Mike jumped out of his chair. “What the hell?!” He moved to the entrance, but before he could peek out, a dark voice stopped him in his tracks.

“Mike.”

Mike froze. Oh, dear God, he knew that voice anywhere.

Mike moved ever so closer, and slowly reached out to push the button for the light–

Only to find himself staring directly into red eyes.

“Boo.”

“AAAAAAHHHHHHAAHHH!” The security guard screeched out in shock and stumbled back, grabbing onto his desk to keep himself from falling over.

Bonnie let a wicked grin cross her face and she reached a hand out towards the human.

“NOOOOOO!” Mike practically flew up and slammed into the button for the door. Bonnie’s face turned to surprise as the metal door flew down to the floor, blocking her way inside. Mike panted softly from the adrenaline in his veins still flowing strong. His eyes moved to the window when a purple face appeared in the lights outside the door.

“Aww, Mike,” came the rabbit’s voice. “Can’t I come in? Please? I just want to play.”

Mike quickly shook his head in denial. “SCREW OFF, BONNIE! You’re not getting in here! Not tonight!”

Bonnie seemed a bit surprised from his words, but just huffed and moved out of the view of the window. Her footsteps echoed down the hall until they couldn’t be heard.

Mike watched the window with furrowed brows for a moment, before moving and pushing the buttons for the light and door. He stuck his head around the corner to make sure she was gone, and sure enough, Bonnie was out of sight. “...Damn, that was close.”

Another set of footsteps came from behind Mike, and his blood ran cold.

That was Chica, wasn’t it?

[pooma-english]

The English language usage

1. Nevertheless

இருப்பினும்

We can express a contrast by using the adverb nevertheless with two sentences. It is always followed by a comma.

Examples

▪️ He was feeling very ill. Nevertheless, he went to work.

▪️Some people disagree with this theory, nevertheless, it's never been proven right.

▪️The weather was sunny; nevertheless, we didn't go outside.

▪️She is the best student in school. Nevertheless, she doesn't do homeworks on time.

▪️My friends wanted to go outside. Nevertheless, it is raining.

▪️I really enjoyed that movie. Nevertheless, I prefer the book.

2. ALREADY

ஏற்கனவே

Already means that something happened earlier than we expected. With Present Perfect Tense already usually goes after have or has and before the main verb.

Examples

▪ I've already seen that film. I don't want to see it again.

▪️Arriving at the bus station, I found the bus had already left.

▪️Have you already taken the money?

▪️He has already done the shopping, he is watching T.V now.

▪ Mark has already here, but John hasn't come yet.

3. Despite

இருந்தாலும்

Despite expresses a contrast between two things. It is prepositional expressions.

Examples

▪️I love her despite her faults.

▪️The young men said that they would do it despite all of the difficulties.

▪️Despite being a millionaire, she lives in a very small flat.

▪️Despite her exhaustion, she tries to help us.

▪️Despite her young age, she did a very good job.

▪️Despite being a sunny day, it is cold.

▪️She still loves his despite the fact that he left him.

4. For

க்கு

We use FOR to talk about a length of time, a period of time.

Examples

▪️ I have worked here for 8 years.

▪️ You have played football for ten years.

▪ We have taught at this school for a long time.

▪️He has been a student for eight years.

▪️ They've been married for 30 years.

▪️She has been in prison for 6 months.

▪️I haven't been on holiday for ages.

5. SINCE

முதல்

We use SINCE to talk about a point in the past, a specific point in time.

Examples

▪️He has lived here since 1993.

▪️They have been at the hotel since last week.

▪️I haven't ridden a horse since I was 9.

▪️You have worked here since you left your school.

▪️I haven't been on holiday since last year.

▪️Since his wife went away, he has been waiting for her.

6. LIKE

போல்

Like is used to say what something or someone looks/is like. Like, as a preposition, is used;

▪️ before a noun or pronoun,

▪️ to say that two things are similar.

Examples

▪️George's sister looks like Megan Fox.

▪️The meat smells like fish.

▪️I look like my father.

▪️Mary works like a slave.

▪️It was a small animal like a Mouse.

▪️The girl runs like a rabbit.

7. YET

இன்னும்

Yet means that something that we expected has happened or hasn't happened. We usually put it at the end of a sentence.

Examples

▪ Michael has bought a new dress but she hasn't worn it yet.

▪️He hasn't watered the flowers yet.

▪️It hasn't been decided yet.

▪️We haven't been able to solve the problem yet.

▪️She won't have sent the email yet.

▪️Is lunch ready yet?

[kkkkkafka]

Would William be reincarnated as a malevolent rabbit yokai in the Fox Wedding AU?

I think if Michael was a fox, then it would make more sense if his father was a fox too. But opposed with Michael who tried to live peacefully with human (that did not harm him), William was the one who caused chaos and havoc everywhere he went and now was sealed in a temple, but he eventually broke free after sometimes

I was thinking of making him as the one who asked for the offerings (children) in Michael's village, but he did not know (since the villagers did not tell Michael about the children offerings, let alone the name of the one who asked for it. They lied to him that they used small animals like goat for sacrification)

[daddyafton]

A Wicked Nightmare

@spect-3-r

The sun fell beneath the sky shrouding the cold kingdom of Pizah’Ria in darkness. Distant crows called through the quiet kingdom to their brethren, spilling clandestine tips as to where best to safely pick strewn about sausage and cheese chunks left behind the busy tavern alleys.

Lord Afton looked over the city, his city, with a certain king of hunger. These people who loved him, cheered him from beneath his balcony by day and spoke his family name with reverence, were nothing more than his pawns. Tools in his grand scheme. Tomorrow night would be the start of it, plans tying into what would someday be his great pattern. And when the picture became clear those same people would beat down the castle doors, pitch forks and torches in hand, denouncing his name in the fires of their vengeance.

But by then...it would be too late.

By then...their children will have given him the sacred Remnant coursing through their innocent souls.

Lord Afton would be immortal by the time the city folk realized what he had done. But he was nobility, a refined gentleman. Never would he soil his fine silk coat with their blood.

He turned from the balcony and peered into his workshop, grinning as he took in his metal creations.

Their children would do that for him.

Tonight would be his last night of true mortality. Unsurprisingly he did not relish it one bit. The lord moved through the workshop, past the cold hollow eyes of his constructs staring blankly ahead. In the coming weeks they would come alive with the souls of sacrificed children plucked from the city. Tonight however they were nothing more than metal husks in the distinct shape of different animals.

A chick, a rabbit, a fox and a bear.

Lord Afton turned quick on his heels once he entered into the lit hall and locked the door behind him, clipping the key ring to his belt. None but he were allowed within. His family did not know what he was plotting in the confines of such a sacred place. If they did...Lord Afton knew they would protest.

He took the stairwell down to the dining area and found his right hand and oldest friend Henry at the table. Beside him sat Charlotte picking at her food. The house staff always ate after the noble family they served, and while Lord Afton did not think of Henry Emily as his personal servant, he was glade the man and his daughter did not forget their place.

Henry rose to his feet and bowed, Charlotte immediately did the same, albeit awkwardly.

“My lord is there something you need?”

Afton shook his head. “No. I was walking, clearing my head. Have you seen my son Charlotte?”

Charlotte paused, then shrugged. “Not since this evening before your dinner, my lord. We sparred in the courtyard and then he left rather quickly afterwards.”

Afton nodded, looked upward and yelled at the top of his lungs: “MICHAEL!”

Charlotte jumped at the intensity of his call, leaning into her father for support. Lord Afton took silent note of that. He knew the girl feared him. She was likely the only one who saw through his false facade of the benevolent lord of the land.

A teenager. But still practically a child. Perhaps she might...

No. He wouldn’t do that to Henry. Not unless she made herself a problem.

The lord looked to the entrance of the dining hall and awaited his eldest son.

[goldemas1244]

Heyyyy I have a question :3

Do you have any headcanon/s for these character : Scraptrap, Scrap Baby, Lady Dimistrecu, the three daughter of Lady D, Heisenberg and/or Molten Freddy ? :3

You don't have to do all the proposition, you can choose what character you want to do :3

Have a good day/evening and stay safe ! :3

*Cracks knuckles* \(^v^)/

You already know I'm doing all of them! Thank you for the ask! Headcanons under the cut!

FNaF6

Scraptrap

He loves rice and would do anything to get his paws on it. Fortunately, the pizzeria is quite close to a Chinese restaurant so rice is easy to get.

He orders a rice-based menu at least three times a week, so the owners aren't at all that surprised to see a tuxedo-clad zombie-rabbit come in and ask for their signature fried rice with buttered lobster on the side.

Since he like to dine-in there, he usually asks Michael to give him a bath in exchange for pizzeria improvements. Michael usually shrugs and gives him a well-deserved bubble bath and his tuxedo.

He likes it when Michael gives him head pats and rubs. It makes him feel loved and appreciated.

He has a pet pigeon named Fernando Buschmann. It's German and likes to listen to the violin.

He likes ASMR and memes. ASMR makes him go feral with murderous intent while memes make him question the modern generation.

He has social media accounts, all named "Willton-Moldover". He usually posts cosplays and furry art on them and has 93 followers on his Reddit profile, 1.5 million followers on his Instagram, 550 followers on his Tumblr, 35 on his Snapchat, and 3.95 million on his TikTok.

He also has a YouTube channel with 10.784 million subscribers called "Willton-Gameover". He plays videogames one-handed and roasts popular YouTubers and famous people. He would never roast Keanu Reeves though, because Keanu Reeves is precious bean.

Due to his popularity he gets a lot of hate mail and private pics. He doesn't like them at all so he blackmails the people who post them. And if the media and police are involved? Well, he has a strong fanbase that's not going down as well as a good alibi so that works out well for him.

Yes, his fanbase also knows of the Fazbear Murders, and he admits to it but frankly, he's shown them the approving ghost kids (who've bonded and gamed with him) so that's no big deal. Only Cassidy hates him, but it's usually constipated anger.

He's bisexual and has an ENORMOUS crush on one of his favourite game characters, Karl Heisenberg. Something about that man reminds him of himself and Henry, although he's not sure what. Still, don't let that distract you from the fact that he owns a nude Karl Heisenberg body pillow, CAPCOM official.

Scrap Baby

Her favourite Monster High doll is Draculaura. She doesn't understand how pink goes well with black but oh boy, pink goes so well with black.

She knows how to skateboard like a pro. Despite her weight, her trusty skateboard still stands and, if she falls, she's always got her skates to spare. She likes to impress the boys at the skatepark with her ability to perform even the most difficult of moves with ease.

She's subscribed to fifteen different tabloid subscriptions. She likes to read them and criticize the stupidity of the human race, like her father. Hey, it's hereditary.

The lights in her boobies glow in the dark. They also glow whenever she gets tired.

She likes reading furniture and gardening catalogues. She's judgy of the prices though and usually becomes a full-on critic with Lefty listening.

She owns a crab named Mr. Tootie. No I will not elaborate on the name. I'll only tell you that it's taken a liking to kazoos and party favours.

She's listed as the No. 1 Best Fan of her father's social media accounts. Michael's in nineteenth place but don't worry, he's as emotionless as a mushroom.

She likes to make origami lotuses. She's such a pro at it that she's even got a mini-stall at the pizzeria: 1 lotus for 50 cents. It's a lucrative business, and it's still growing. Oh, and she switches to other origami works of art every week such as origami guns and origami nine-tailed foxes.

She's the Restaurant Rescue manager. Usually she saves kids from trouble. For this reason, yes, she's commonly seen in the pizzeria itself. Kids love her though the claw worries the more irksome parents.

She's a professional Karen dealer. Karen comes to see the manager? She's hypnotically talented in weaving her words through the toughest of craniums so don't be surprised if a Karen walks out with a new viewpoint of life.

She performs on stage on the occasion, which usually gets her a lot of fan love. She cherishes everything good they give but ignores the problematic everythings. Problematic stuff? Oh, she's good friends with the police chief.

Molten Freddy

He loves noodles. Give him a bowl of ramen and he'll shut up for the entire night. Enter him in a noodle-eating competition and his high metabolism rate means absolutely non-stop spaghetti.

He misses Bon-Bon very much. To the point where he's even tried to make a scrap version of him. Sadly, it doesn't work. He cried that day.

He dies inside whenever he finds out there's a spaghetti shortage in Utah. Poor Molten.

He's a bit wonky, but if he tries to play with you or get into your personal space, don't get mad at him! He's just lonely and wants someone to talk to and play with.

He likes to play Exploding Kittens. It's the only card game he's good at. It's also the only card game he owns.

He sees Helpy as a little brother and boops his nose on a daily basis. He also likes to reenact The Lion King with him (It's the ciiiiiircle of liiiiiife~). Hopefully Helpy doesn't mind.

He knows a lot of jokes in a lot of languages. So German-speaking Molten Freddy wouldn't be too far away from expectation. His favourite jokes are in French though; the wordplay is just immaculate.

He's good in French, English, German, Russian, and Malay. He's currently learning Japanese because he's a mega weeb.

His favourite cartoon is Charlie and Lola. He just likes to see the sibling shenanigans as it somehow reminds him of the good old days.

His favourite shows would be prankster shows. He especially loves the ones that give him new and creative ideas. He doesn't like the scary ones though. They make him feel unsafe and give him anxiety.

Surprisingly, he has a distinct taste for opera. He can modulate the remnants of his voice box to perfectly sing I Am The Very Model Of A Modern Major-General. This both pisses off and impresses Henry to an extent.

Resident Evil 8

Lady Dimitrescu

She might act like the opposite but she really loves Heisenberg as her little brother. His determination, strength, speed, dexterity, and workaholic nature impresses her, who can't even fit through a doorway. She sometimes wishes she's as short as him too.

She's an avid collector of glass, porcelain, and anything fragile. It's a good reason to always be careful where you tread in her lair. She'll make you swallow every last shard if you don't.

She's an avid romance fanatic and is very loving towards the romance novels she owns. All those books you see in the in-game library? They're her collection of lesbian romances that she's collected over the past decades.

She doesn't like hats and prefers to stick to the one she wears in-game. She DOES have a collection of hats though. Last anyone counted, there were over fifty, one or two for each decade she's lived through.

She files her nails on a constant basis and owns an ornately decorated nail-clipper. Hygeine is of the utmost importance. She doesn't want to be compared to that filthy Heisenberg.

Despite her size and carefulness she keeps losing her stuff. Over the course of a week she could misplace three wine glasses, two reading glasses, and fifteen bottles of wine.

She's an expert at dodgeball and golf and even owns a lifetime access to the most prolific Country Club in Romania. With permission from Mother Miranda she goes there every year for the yearly party. It's one of the times she gets to see modernity (and Ed Sheeran) at its finest.

She loves bands from the 1920s and 1940s. However, she gets bored of them occasionally and switches them to something more modern, like Ed Sheeran. Seriously though, what is up with mums and Ed?

She's into executions and torture methods. So it's no surprise that she's a HUGE fan of Horrible Histories; even if she can't watch the show, she'll binge-read the books over and over again. She's even had the chance to encounter (and receive an autograph from) Terry Deary. They have sworn a bond not to tell anybody about this.

She loves exotic animals like anacondas and jaguars. She may or may not have owned a 10ft long Saltwater Crocodile (which was also about 5ft wide).

She's an incredible physicist and mathematician. She's also created many original formulae but unsurprisingly, she doesn't tell anyone about them, for fear that either more people may know of her, or that she may be wrong.

Dimitrescu Babes

They can devour an entire human being in mere seconds as flies. It's sort of like the scarab beetles in The Mummy movies. However, unlike the beetles, they are able to strip the bones as well. They leave nothing behind.

They all know how to play the piano with varying levels of success. Daniela can already play professionally while Bela is still stuck on Grade 5.

They love to listen to their mother when she tells them stories. Gotta hand it to 'em, when you're a fly, you know how to enjoy life in its most simple of moments.

They all love being around the hunky Soldats of Uncle Karl. Fortunately, they don't know of the rebellious plan to conquer Miranda.

Bela is bisexual, Cassandra is asexual and pansexual, and Daniela is demisexual.

It gets hard when you're a fly during the summer. If it's not the lizards, spiders, and other predators, it's the heat. Because of this, despite the material waste, they have invented the world's first blood-powered air conditioner.

The three girls have never ever ever touched a stove or oven in their life. They HAVE touched the hot end of an iron though. A good reason to not touch a bloody oven. Alcina has though, but doesn't tell them that.

They love puppies! Uncle Karl brought them a baby labrador. For the rest of the week Alcina had lost quite a bit of favour from them. Not that they minded of course. IT'S A PUPPY.

They don't like snow one bit. Not just because it's cold, but because it's too white. Too bright. Too shiny. They just can't focus on their prey!

They like to go over to Auntie Donna to play with Angie. Well, you know what they say, crazies attract the crazies, and the crazy has attracted the crazies.

They also like to go to Uncle Moreau's because he's the only one in the village with a PS4. Usually they'd spend about three-quarters of a day playing his games and eating his cheese.

Karl Heisenberg

He owns a dark blue armchair named Junkyard. Despite the name, he loves it dearly because it was a gift from Alcina for his twenty-first birthday. It became part of his final transformation too. Right under the hat.

He's a little blind in the right eye, much to his annoyance. It was a minor accident with Sturm; another reason for him to hate the uncontrollable wretch. He'll never live that day down.

Somehow, he sees better in the dark, which is why he wears such tinted glasses. He also wears them to hide his expressions, since, more often than not, he tends to end up wearing his heart on his sleeve, and his emotions in his eyes.

He's under a lot of pressure so it's no surprise that he breaks down in his factory when he knows he's alone. And by break down I mean crumple into an exhausted heap on the floor. Not even his Soldat Jet squad can wake him up until he's had a reasonable eight hours of rest.

He bathes once a day, every evening, but only three times a week. Perfume, tobacco, and cologne keep care of the rest.

He's the only Lord with a daily contact with the outside world due to his electrical abilities. Don't tell Miranda, but he can electrically CONNECT TO GOOGLE AND THE ENTIRE INTERNET IN GENERAL. He likes to play funny YouTube cat videos in his head when Miranda's having a boring meeting. It's also how he finds out that Chris is a boulder-punching asshole.

He does stimming! He likes to tap his fingers on his desk and the metal rails in his factory. He also buys stim toys from the Duke and keeps them in a well-kept box. His favourite is a non-ripping squishable toy duck. He also sings to chill out.

He's absolutely in the Five Nights at Freddy's franchise, and may have once believed in the pizzeria's existence. Come on, he's a mutated Overlord with magical magnet powers. Children souls stuck inside animatronics isn't too far-fetched of an idea. His favourite characters are the Funtimes and the Scraps, mainly because of the blueprint complexity. He HAS tried to replicate the animatronics in his spare time, but he's usually too busy with his Soldats so the project gets scrapped. He loves The Living Tombstone's songs and remixes though.

He doesn't like William Afton at all (though he marvels at his survivability). William's nature and habits remind him of Mother Miranda. He DOES however enjoy Michael Afton and often thinks how it would be absolutely amazing to have that resilient being in his Soldat army.

He's scared of what lurks below the watery depths and fire. Ironic because his brother is a literal fish and he works in one of the most hazardous fire-conducting environments. He's also scared of heights, though he doesn't get airsick.

He once died due to a killing electric shock whilst working on Sturm. It's the only time he's felt that sort of pulsing agony and also the first time he's had the confirmation that yes, Hell is real and yes, he'll end up in quite a dark pit in it. Or it could've been an electric dream, who knows? Anyways his soul apparently ran towards the opposite direction of the flames and he woke up alive after the passing of FIVE ENTIRE WEEKS. Oh boy did Alcina get worried when she couldn't find him.

Thank you for the ask! I hope you enjoy!

[kylekozmikdeluxo]

RIP Blue Sky Studios...

Established in February 1987... Iconic commercials, early innovation in CGI, packed to the brim with top talent, a rare East Coast-based house, and one of the first studios in a post-Don Bluth age to really challenge Disney and Pixar in the feature animation field...

Gone.

Once a subsidiary of 20th Century Fox, The Walt Disney Company had them since early 2019 after the acquisition of their parent company. It looked as if Disney was going to keep them around, despite already having two powerhouse animation studios making family features for them. I wondered back in the day if Disney could rebrand Blue Sky as a sort-of outre little studio that did more experimental, quirky fare as opposed to the more digestible works of Disney Animation and Pixar.

Even before the COVID-19 pandemic hit, signs were rather troubling. Despite a management change, you had the rather ho-hum marketing for SPIES IN DISGUISE. To me, Disney sort-of let that one disappear between FROZEN II and STAR WARS: THE RISE OF SKYWALKER. I found SPIES IN DISGUISE to be a fun little movie, with a timely pacifist message and memorable gags. Sadly, it did not make its money back. Even more troubling was the constant delaying of NIMONA, an adaptation of Noelle Stevenson’s webcomic of the same name from FEAST and PEARL director Patrick Osborne. From the rumblings I’ve heard, it looked to be an innovative CG film and a next-level family film in general. Like a next SPIDER-VERSE. It was to be released January 14, 2022. 70% of the film was completed by this point... It is no longer a reality, Blue Sky is done...

450+ animators and staffers out of a job during an awful worldwide crisis...

Why couldn’t The Walt Disney Company just sell off Blue Sky Studios to a distributor looking for more animation to stock up on? If they didn’t need more than two animation studios (see the shuttering of their own Disneytoon Studios in early 2018), why shutter them and wait so long to do so? I know that absorbing competition and killing it is nothing new, but this is **expletive** for a multitude of reasons. Multiple talent out of a job, more movies and work squashed, a nearly-completed film likely dead. (It would be great if it was instead on the market, so that someone could snatch it up and complete it, but we shall see...)

Blue Sky Studios were no slouches. ICE AGE established them, big time. In fact, I’d say they helped show the industry that the features world wasn’t just Disney’s game anymore. Disney had seen rivals in feature animation in the past, notably Don Bluth and Ralph Bakshi, but they continued through the decades while Bluth and Bakshi’s feature opportunities waned. Blue Sky, alongside DreamWorks and a fledgling Sony Pictures Animation, changed that, and they were here to stay. And it’s quite sad that Disney had to acquire this notable studio and shut them down, they would’ve thrived elsewhere because of the success of their previous work and the amount of talent they have/had over the years.

They have a pretty distinct body of work, too. ROBOTS, HORTON HEARS A WHO!, RIO, EPIC, THE PEANUTS MOVIE, FERDINAND, SPIES IN DISGUISE. Some of them, I’d argue, were quite innovative. ICE AGE stabbed at cartoony, Looney Tunes-esque humor and visual design. The work in that movie rung more Warner Bros. than it did Disney or something more naturalistic in design. Their later work embraced that kind of outlook as well, but you started seeing other studios doing this as well: DreamWorks with MADAGASCAR, Sony Animation with OPEN SEASON and CLOUDY WITH A CHANCE OF MEATBALLS, and so on. The antithesis to the ever-more-realistic Pixar styles. Then Blue Sky just straight up redefined the computer animated feature with THE PEANUTS MOVIE, which not only kept the comic strip aesthetic of Charles Schulz’s iconic characters and world, but adapted them to a computer animated world while doing something new in the process. PEANUTS MOVIE, along with similar pictures like THE BOOK OF LIFE and CAPTAIN UNDERPANTS, are indeed stepping stones to SPIDER-MAN: INTO THE SPIDER-VERSE and what lies beyond that feature. In short, Blue Sky played a big part in computer animation showing that it didn’t just have to look like Pixar movies, or most other computer animated works that were out at the time of ICE AGE’s early 2002 release.

Who knows where that could’ve all gone. NIMONA looked to be something new and exciting, something to really push things forward and widen the computer animation canvas. A musical called FOSTER also sounded like it had potential. When TWDC acquired 20th Century Fox (now 20th Century Studios), Fox Animation in general had several animated films in development, hoping to branch out beyond their one studio... All of that seemingly died after the Disney acquisition, with only Blue Sky and a couple of Fox primetime TV-showed based movies (i.e. THE BOB’S BURGERS MOVIE, another - and inevitable - SIMPSONS picture) left. Now Blue Sky is gone. More animation, gutted. And for what? Disney didn’t have to do this...

It’s even more egregious when you consider where Disney was in 1991... As opposed to now, 2021...

Think of this... Under the controversial Michael Eisner, The Walt Disney Company was willing to sink a massive amount of money into a project that had already been cancelled. Said project was given to blockbuster king Steven Spielberg, hit director Robert Zemeckis, and animation mastermind Richard Williams. This was not even a few years after Disney was a quiet establishment being circled by corporate raiders that could’ve ended them for good... And what came of it. WHO FRAMED ROGER RABBIT. An innovative animation-live action hybrid movie for a more adult audience. One of the biggest films of 1988, a bonafide blockbuster that Disney hadn’t seen in years, and more than lit the fuse of animation’s 2nd Golden Age.

Then, in 1990, a former animator of theirs turned big-time director realizes that a short story he wrote while at the company was still owned by them. That man was Tim Burton, and he expressed interest in revisiting that poem. A studio was set up, with similarly outre director and former Disney animator Henry Selick taking the helm. The result was an innovative stop-motion film that leaned more towards horror and German expressionism than something like BEAUTY AND THE BEAST did. The result was THE NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS in 1993. A respectable hit then, an iconic classic today. Without NIGHTMARE, would have ever gotten future stop-motion efforts like CHICKEN RUN and everything Laika has made?

Finally, in 1991, Disney makes a three-picture deal with a small computer graphics studio based out of Marin County. One of their main guys was a former Disney animator as well, similarly outed for being too ambitious. Their plan? Make the world’s first all computer-animated movie. That studio was Pixar, their first movie was TOY STORY. Need I say more?

The Disney of today would’ve never in these three instances. Blue Sky could’ve been their chance to really make some kind of a splash in a post-SPIDER-VERSE world. Various shorts made at Disney Animation (including Osborne’s own FEAST) suggested this, and some Pixar shorts as well... But nothing really came of this. In terms of features being put out by Disney Animation and Pixar, only parts of MOANA, INSIDE OUT, and SOUL put this kind of thing in a long-form format. Blue Sky, who operated on smaller budgets, could’ve been their arm for more experimental feature animation. I say this because while Disney doesn’t need to hog up animation, Blue Sky was owned by them, and I felt the best way to go about this was to re-establish them as a more experimental studio. Make the most of it, you know? But no, they had to shut it all down.

When a studio shuts down, I feel a chunk of the animation world is just broken right off... While some of the artists are apparently being welcomed into various Disney houses, it sucks to see a studio with its own identity and output gone. Of course, my hope is that everyone employed there will have somewhere to go by April (when the studio shuts down completely) and that maybe, just maybe a new studio could be formed up from the remains. (Think Don Bluth setting up shop upon his departure from Disney in 1979.) Somebody has to get their happy ending, right? I know it’s moot asking for such a thing in this hellscape business of massive octopus conglomerates engulfing everything into their eight tentacles, but...

I wish everyone involved well, and that they’ll prosper afterwards. I certainly hope the 3/4 completed NIMONA doesn’t remain unfinished. (Netflix? Someone?) I hope to see some good come out of this...

[introvertguide]

The Horrific History of Peter Jackson Movies

I think that most people mostly associate Peter Jackson with films like King Kong, The Hobbit trilogy, and the Lord of the Rings trilogy. Many Peter Jackson fans, however, might not be as familiar with the films that he directed in the 90s. Jackson was actually known for trashy splatter horror films a decade before he directed The Fellowship of the Ring. Let’s take a quick review of some highlights of Peter Jackson’s career before he was hired to create the stories of Middle Earth:

Bad Taste (1987): This is a classic “aliens take over a small town and use humans for food” genre movie. You know. The best genre. Most of the actors played both humans and aliens, including the director himself. Full disclosure, this is the only Peter Jackson film that I didn’t get all the way through because it is boring and the effects are pathetic. This was the first feature length film directing venture for Peter Jackson and he had a budget of a whopping $25,000. This film was produced, written, acted, directed, filmed, and edited by Peter Jackson, so you know it is his passion project. Here is the official trailer and the full film so you can see for yourself why I couldn’t get through it. Maybe you will love it:

Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1JqYFgiT5qA

Full Film: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gAxAmTNvINA

Meet the Feebles (1989): This is a dirty version of The Muppets. It is based around a variety show in a world that is completely inhabited by animal puppets. Unlike the Muppets, the characters suffer from things like depression and drug addiction. There is even disemboweling murder, horrific drug trips, and puppet sex including rape. Wow. I made it through this whole film and it is awful. It is truly the stuff of nightmares. Here is the trailer as well as the full film so you can decide for yourself if it is something enjoyable:

Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FON5KnEKReA

Full Film: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qEjtwFG_Ap0

Dead Alive (1992): This film is also known as Brain Dead and is somewhat well known as a cult classic. A woman is bitten by a mutated Sumatran rat-monkey at a pet shop and becomes a horrific zombie. The change is body horror along the lines of David Cronenberg movies like The Fly. There is a point where it just gets ridiculous and a man walks through a room of zombies with an overturned lawn mower. The movie is actually pretty funny but it is also very disgusting. You should check it out if you are into splatter films but your appetite will be ruined for days. A 3 million dollar budget compared to the 250 thousand dollar return makes this the biggest flop that Peter Jackson ever directed. Here is the trailer and the full film. By the way, the trailer for this film is the most spoiler free trailer I have ever seen (the description is nothing like the actual film):

Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O8LIug1cP04

Full Film: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-cgz6HKEGkI

The Frighteners (1996): This movie is a fantastic blend of action and horror with quite a bit of comedy. It is the story of a man who can talk with ghosts and is plagued by a reaper ghost that is killing both the living and the dead. The film stars Michael J Fox, Jeffrey Combs, Chi McBride, Dee Wallace, Jake Busey, and R. Lee Ermey, giving Jackson a cast of experienced actors to work with for the first time. The blend of action and effects along with comedy and smart dialogue hints at what Peter Jackson could do and earned him a shot at big budget movies. Here is the trailer for this film but the movie is not available for free (sorry, it was an American studio release so no YouTube version):

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lKWiQLwr9Xs

Peter Jackson was part of a horror comedy movement with mostly practical effects that was pretty much started with the success of The Evil Dead back in 1981. Despite the rather low quality of many of these films, it did lead to the development of Weta Studios and New Zealand as a great filming location. Some very good horror comedy from New Zealand, if you are looking for examples, would be Black Sheep or Housebound. A more recent example was What We Do in the Shadows by Taika Waititi (director or Thor: Ragnorok and Jo Jo Rabbit). These are very interesting roots for Peter Jackson, currently one of Hollywood’s most well known directors.