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all-things-ghostly · 11 months ago

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The Beast of the Blood Moon

Werebat! Alistair Crump x GN Reader

Warning! This fic probably isn’t going to be for everyone! Aside from the end, it’s a little dark - CW for somewhat graphic transformation (starts with the first ~~~ below the cut and ends at the second), Alistair having a bad time, animal death and consumption, blood, small reader injury.

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Okay I was originally not gonna post this and just keep it to myself because I thought it was too niche but then I remembered what kinda people Alistair fans are and went through with it anyway LMAO

I apologize if it drags on or feels like a mouthful. I had used this as an opportunity to practice description-heavy fics instead of relying on dialogue so I don’t have as much experience with this. Please be nice to me lmao I’ve been kinda beating myself up during the writing process-

With Alistair’s death came an array of changes. In many ways, he hardly resembled the person he was when he was alive. His form had gone from decently built to thin and skeletal, grey skin pulled tightly over it without much muscle mass left. It was difficult for him to move how he used to, especially without the support of his cane, which is why he was almost always floating and rarely walking. The structure of his face was completely different - everything was all sunken, uncanny, and corpse-like. There was so much he could point out that he didn’t like about his new body, but we’d be here for too long.

Needless to say, he looked like a monster. He felt like a monster.

And after a while, he actually started to become one.

Alistair thought that death would be the end of it all, but he couldn’t be further from the truth. Throughout his first few years of ghosthood, Alistair only continued changing. The first thing he noticed was his teeth - they had initially begun to straighten themselves out a bit, which made Alistair happy, but that was only so that they could get bigger. Much bigger. And sharper. This had especially impacted his canines, which had grown long and pointed, so much that they barely even fit in his mouth anymore.

Then came the rapid claw growth. Whenever Alistair cut his nails, he would wake up the next morning to find them the exact same length they were before. He couldn’t do anything to stop it. Eventually, he just gave up and let them do their own thing, at which point they stopped growing at a certain length and instead became reinforced into strong, durable, sharp claws. To be honest, Alistair quite liked them. It was one of the few new changes he actually didn’t mind that much.

The worst thing, however, were the blood moons.

Full moons nourished Alistair. They gave him strength and power beyond imagination. Lunar eclipses, on the other hand, slowly became his downfall. The first one he experienced after his death made him feel nauseous with a slight toothache, and that was about the worst of it. But with each consecutive blood moon, the symptoms got worse. He got brain fog. White fur started growing on his chest and limbs. His cloak would painfully fuse to his back. Luckily it all went away in the morning, but the experiences left Alistair dreading the next blood moon.

The 13th eclipse was the peak of it all.

That was the night the spirit truly lost himself. The night he transformed into something far more horrific than he could have ever imagined. It absolutely terrified Alistair to have no control over his body like that.

Every time he transformed into that… thing, Alistair only started hating himself more. For years and years he tried to deal with it, but nothing could ever tame the beast within him.

Then, a century later… a new mortal moved in.

~~~ You glance outside the window and check on the position of the moon. It’s almost midnight, when the effect will fully set in. Behind you Alistair clutches his heart and leans against the wall. He looks to be in pain.

Alistair has never told you exactly what happens to him on lunar eclipses. He’s mentioned it to you before, especially in recent times as the eclipse drew closer, but he would always hide the exact details. It’s something he’s always been self conscious about and refuses to elaborate on. All you know is that whatever happens to the ghost is supposedly very dangerous, for you and for others.

You’re lost in quiet contemplation as you stare out the window, feeling sorrow for poor Alistair, when suddenly a loud crash and thud behind you tears you away from your thoughts. Turning around frightfully, you notice that Alistair has collapsed and is leaning propped up against the wall. His hat is crooked and he’s panting heavily like he’s in severe distress. You rush away from the window, getting down on the floor so you can be eye level to him.

“What’s going on? Are you alright?” You ask, putting a hand on his shoulder. The texture of his cloak beneath your hand catches your attention. Looking at it, you notice that it’s begun to change shape and feels more… organic than usual.

“Y/n, please, I told you that you need to leave,” Alistair pleads with you between grunts of pain. “I won’t be myself. I won’t remember who you are. There’s no way for me to guarantee that you will be safe, that I won’t hurt you. You cannot stay here, please.”

In a sudden and startling turn of events, Alistair cries out, gripping his head with his claws. Something is happening to him that makes you immediately pull your hand away from his shoulder and scurry back…

His cloak…

It’s starting to move on its own.

The way it moves reminds you of something from a horror movie, like bones snapping into impossible, grotesque positions. Accompanying the rigid movements of the cape is a sickening cracking noise that makes your stomach turn. Throughout it all, Alistair starts to scream, as the fabric is quite literally welding itself into his body and becoming a part of him.

“I said leave, Y/n!” He shouts once more, falling onto his hands and knees. Alistair’s form trembles violently, and with yet another cry, what was once his cape fully transforms into a massive set of bat wings with an impressive wingspan. The wings spread out wide in an intimidating spectacle while Alistair continues to struggle.

Hurried footsteps pound down the eastern hallway, and in comes one of the mansion’s ghostly servants, attracted by the noise. She takes a second to assess the situation and notices Alistair convulsing on the floor. Her face falls. Then she notices you.

“Oh! Er— come here, dear,” she urges, nervously scurrying over to you and gently grabbing your wrist. Her eyes are filled with deep fear and concern. “Let’s go. I know a safe place you can hide for the night.”

She tries guiding you away, but you resist. All you care about right now is Alistair. The poor man appears to be suffering immensely at the hands of his transformation. Right now, he’s currently attempting to push himself up off the ground, but he’s too weak and just falls over again with a little whine.

“Alistair…” you mumble.

Sensing your sympathy, the servant’s eyes soften into a gentle expression. “I know you’re worried about him, but he will be alright in the morning. Now come on, right this way, right this way…”

She starts to softly pull on your arm, leaving you no choice but to follow her and leave Alistair behind. The last thing you see is him keeling over before you get dragged out of the room and brought into one of the guest rooms down the hall.

Now, Alistair is left all alone in the foyer of the mansion. Aside from his wails, the house is completely silent, since all of the other inhabitants have hidden away for the night. There was no one to help him as he went through the next stage of the awful transformation. Unfortunately for him, the wings were only the beginning. He barely even got a minute of relief before he felt that dreadfully familiar burning sensation deep inside of his body.

Snap.

Bones began to break and expand at unnatural rates in order for his form to change. His spine grew longer and more jagged, making his frame tall and imposing. The bones in his legs snapped and reformed to become digitigrade like that of a wild beast. Additionally, Alistair’s arms and bony hands became larger in order to support a nasty set of vicious claws that could effortlessly tear into prey. Even his very skull began to warp and change into something more animalistic. It was awful. Alistair’s throat was starting to hurt from all the yelling and after a while the only sounds he could make were strained, guttural cries.

Not to mention the way his flesh had to grow to match his new skeletal structure. Though he maintained his lean shape, his arms and legs became more muscular, as well as his back muscles that helped propel those massive wings of his. Alistair could hardly describe what it felt like, but the way that his cells had to rapidly mutate beyond human capability was insufferable. Mostly, it felt like a hellish burning. But there was also a strange, stinging-aching feeling associated with his insides stretching out and body changing shape. For the last step in the body mutation, a pair of large bat ears sprouted from his head, and he gained the last few kinds of animalistic features he needed: paw pads on the bottoms of his feet, a proper bat muzzle, and even larger fangs, to name a few.

Finally, it was over. The hard part, anyway. His fur still needed to grow in but that was painless.

Alistair, completely exhausted, laid curled up on his side, trembling and whimpering pitifully. He struggled to catch his breath after everything that just happened and panted like a wounded animal. Scattered all around him were the remnants of his clothes that had burst at the seams during his transformation. Suddenly he was glad everybody left the room, otherwise they’d have… quite the view.

While he rested, his beautiful fur coat started to grow out, starting at his limbs and torso and continuing to spread from there. The fur was longest on his chest and crotch area (which worked in his favor, considering he had no clothes on that would otherwise cover things up) and it was surprisingly soft. It was almost funny how soft he was considering how the rest of him just seemed so monstrous.

For the first couple of minutes, Alistair did nothing but lay still and breathe. He was still very spent and needed a minute to adjust to his new form as a werebat. But it wouldn’t last for long. Because he knew that very shortly, the hunger would set in. Hunger so insatiable that he would do anything to feel warm blood and flesh beneath his fangs.

Just at that moment, his bat nose twitched when he caught the scent of something far in the distance. He sniffed the air a few times to get a better feel for it… some sort of large prey in the woods behind the mansion. His maw started foaming immediately, he just couldn’t help it… whatever was out there should surely be enough to sustain him for the night.

Alistair, with newfound vigor, starts to push himself up off the ground. At first, he feels very unsteady since he’s not adjusted to his body yet, but animal instinct quickly takes over and he rises to his feet. Standing at just over 7 feet tall, Alistair’s werebat form is an absolute menace. His animalistic mind has now been completely consumed by bloodthirstiness and the idea of his next meal. Assuming an aggressive position, Alistair puffs his chest out, spreads his wings, and flares his claws, just before releasing a screeching cry so shrill that it echoes throughout every hall of the mansion, shaking the very foundation it rests upon.

Immediately after he calls out, Alistair rears his head and charges at the mansion’s front door. It shatters effortlessly against his mighty form, and with that the giant bat escapes the mansion unharmed, flying into the night in search of his prey.

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“Come on, come on…”

The beam of light coming from your flashlight sputters and flickers from what you assume is low battery, or perhaps old age. You give it a good few hard smacks. Now is hardly the time for it to malfunction.

The spirits of the mansion had kept you sequestered away in one of the guest rooms for about an hour, trying to defend you from Alistair. And, while you appreciated their concern, you were worried about him. From the room you were in you could hear his pained, miserable screams.

Which meant that you also heard the sound of him destroying the front door and fleeing.

Since all of the other spirits were hiding away in their own separate places, it was rather easy for you to sneak out unnoticed. All you took with you was a flashlight and a small dagger, just in case. Not that you could ever use it on Alistair. It just made you feel a little safer wandering into a dark, wooded area knowing that you had a weapon with you.

The flashlight beam finally stabled itself out after the last hit. You point it out into the tangled woods behind the mansion and try to find any evidence of Alistair. Considering he flew, it’s not like you could go off of animal tracks or anything, so it was proving to be a little difficult. But you were determined to find him.

Finally, you start to take some hesitant steps into the forest. The trees had grown long and twisted, some of them even being over a century old, which blocked out the moonlight and made it even more difficult to see. All you really had going for you lighting-wise was some crappy flashlight that was likely crusted over with battery acid. The forest also had that typical Louisiana humidity to it, even at night. You had to shoo off more mosquitos than you would have liked.

You walk for quite a bit of time, shining your flashlight over the ground and trees, before you find anything. The first sign you noticed were deer tracks on the dark soil. Not necessary anything related to bats, but you instinctively feel like you should follow them anyways. They seem to go on for a far, far distance, all in one direction, as if the creature was running from something…

Suddenly, you start to feel a bit paranoid.

You even began having second thoughts about turning back. Still, though, all you could think about was Alistair. He was somewhere all alone out here, stuck in a monstrous body he couldn’t control. Something could happen to him; what if he got shot?

You have to pull through, for him. So against everything telling you not to, you keep trekking through the woods.

At one point in the trail, there was a moment where the tracks suddenly stopped. Instead, there was a spot where dirt, leaves, and soil seemed to be scattered and kicked around, forming a large messy crater in the ground. Usually, you would’ve thought nothing of it, but for some reason it felt deeply off-putting.

After staring at it for a moment, you hesitantly decide to keep walking forwards. But it doesn’t get any better. Now, there is a large, long streak in the ground, as if something had been dragged through the dirt. You shine your flashlight over it, and notice something even worse splattered through the foliage…

Blood.

The sound of shifting leaves in front of you makes you jump out of your skin. You don’t dare look up.

The beam of your flashlight starts to waver from the way your hands begin to shake. More odd noises come from just a few yards away… snarfing, growling, noisy chewing. You already know what it is but you don’t want to look, you don’t want to look, you can’t look at it don’t look at it don’t look it at it—

Your flashlight sputters. Then flickers.

Then dies.

Oh, of course.

The flashing light seems to attract the attention of the beast in front of you. Without your only light source, it’s so dark that you can barely make out the silhouettes… and a pair of glowing yellow eyes bearing right into you.

Very, very slowly, you try to step away. The creature continues to stare unblinkingly at you as you move, keeping a large, clawed paw on the half-eaten deer carcass in front of it. Even as it lowers its head back down to take another huge bite, its eyes never leave you. You don’t know what to do. You can’t move.

You stand there very still for the next good few minutes. In that time the beast has managed to reduce the cervidae to nothing but a pile of bones. When it finishes eating and licks its maw, you hope that it will lose interest in you and walk away. But of course not. Instead, it stands up to its full height and starts creeping right over to you, the slits of its pupils so slim that you can hardly even see them.

For a moment, it steps into the moonlight, allowing you to see it clearly.

It’s Alistair, alright.

Looks like you found him after all.

Even as a werebat, something about its appearance makes you immediately recognize it to be him. Perhaps it’s the somewhat messy white fur that covers his body, fading into a grey color in a gradient manner towards his forearms and shins. Or it could be those giant dark grey wings that remind you so much of his cloak. His face, ears, hands and feet were a slightly lighter shade of grey than the wings, reminding you of his usual sickly skin tone… but most importantly, it might be those eyes of his. Those soul-piercing yellow eyes that could make the blood of even the bravest being run cold. You would recognize them anywhere.

You do your best to stay still as he approaches you. It might sound stupid, but you feel like running would only trigger him more. Alistair comes up to you, his massive figure towering over your shaking body, and you feel like this could be the end.

He leans down and gets so close to you that you can see the individual blood stains on his fur. But surprisingly, he doesn’t attack right away. Instead, his snout buries into your hair, and then your neck, sniffing around… he seems curious about you. Eventually he pulls back and grabs your wrist.

“Um, okay,” you stammer, scared absolutely shitless but following him as he drags you off to a small cave just nearby. It looks to almost be like… his den? The inside is decorated with various bones and skulls, as well as beautiful vines along the walls and some baskets full of fruit or other little snacks. Alistair pulls you over to a large pile of animal pelts towards the back of the cave and sets you down gently. Perhaps it’s his nest?

You’re feeling very confused. Especially when he plops down next to you and starts sniffing at your neck again and clothes again. Alistair’s face scrunches in confusion, as if he’s trying to place something, when suddenly he pauses and looks right into your eyes, his slit pupils dilating into a more gentle expression of recognition.

He remembers you.

It’s like a switch is flipped. Alistair’s large, strong arms pick you up and place you right into his lap, where he continues to examine you. Even if his brain is too fogged over to remember what you look like, he seems to recognize you by your scent alone. Which is honestly just really adorable.

He then carefully lifts you up so that you’re eye level and starts to rub his soft head along your face and neck. It reminds you of a cat rubbing itself along your legs to mark its scent on you, which is essentially the same thing he’s doing. It’s fascinating to see how differently he shows his affection in a more animalistic form - he may have a more feral, primitive mind now, but he still has his ways of showing that he loves you. After he deems you sufficiently marked, Alistair buries his soft little muzzle into the crook of your neck again…

…and then bites.

No, not like a cute little nibble or anything. He sinks his fangs right in and breaks the skin, just at the spot between your neck and shoulder. Considering how he showed no signs of hostility beforehand, you’re completely taken by surprise. In fact, you don’t even register the pain at first because you’re so shocked.

He holds his fangs there for about 10 seconds and then slowly lets go. Left just next to your shoulder is a massive, bleeding bite from his fangs. Your eyes are still widened in complete shock, but Alistair seems unphased. He was just acting on natural instinct.

See, the bite wasn’t meant to hurt you. He had actually carefully adjusted the force of it to where it would break the skin and engrave deeply but not cause any permanent damage to the nerves or flesh. Instead, he made it just deep enough to create a permanent scar on a visible area of your body. He was giving you a mating bite - a mark on you that would show everyone, both human and beast, that you were his.

Alistair’s long tongue gently laps at the wound to clean it. His saliva seems to be numbing it for you, lessening some of the stinging pain left behind (and, as a bonus, he gets a little snack out of the blood). The werebat seems to know that his fangs hurt and is now acting very tenderly towards you to make up for it. His tongue works diligently until the bite mark naturally clots and is ready to be properly treated later.

Once he’s finished, Alistair makes a low growling noise and leans back onto his nest with you on top of him. His large arms wrap tightly around your body and hold you so close that your face gets smothered in his long chest fur. Breathing him in, you notice that he has somewhat of a woodsy musk smell to him. It’s honestly quite pleasant. He starts to purr, a deep, rumbling purr that you can feel the vibrations of as you rest on top of his fluffy underbelly.

“Oh, well… I guess you’re actually a little bit cute,” you mumble at him, freeing an arm so you can scratch him underneath his ear. Alistair’s purring gets louder, and his eyes start to close in pure contentment. It’s… really, really adorable. Normally, Alistair would get pissed off if you tried babying him like this. But right now? Just like any other creature, he could never deny some good scritches.

The cute little (or rather, not so little) monster nudges up against you like he wants more. Who are you to deny him? You take both hands and start rubbing his soft face, even giving him a little kiss on the nose, which makes his big bat ears twitch. Now, under your touch, he’s no more intimidating than a lap dog.

Alistair especially loves it when you start to pet and scratch his fluffy belly. His purrs become so loud and deep that it reminds you of a dinosaur. His large bat body stretches out to expose himself as best as he can to you for more rubs, his leg kicking joyously when he receives them. He just feels so… relaxed.

He wasn’t used to that. Feeling relaxed. Not only in werebat form, but as regular old Alistair Crump, too. Normally he was much too shut in and reserved to let someone get close to him, nevertheless touch him. And as a werebat, Alistair was constantly under the stress of trying to control his violence and rampages. He has never once been able to just settle down and let someone pet him like this.

Perhaps that just means that you’re someone he feels safe around.

After a while, you notice him starting to yawn. The large bat looks very sleepy, having been relaxed by your gentle, comforting touch. Alistair makes another little purring sound and pulls you close once more. His warm tongue starts to sweetly lick at your lips, almost like he’s giving you his own little version of kisses to thank you for all of the affection you gave him.

Finally, he settles down and wraps his arms and wings against you, cuddling you as if you were his own little stuffed animal. You notice that as he drifts off to sleep, his eyes are gentle and dilated. It’s a sign of how calm he is. The calmest and tamest the beast has ever been.

Maybe, all this time, he only needed a gentle and understanding mate.

And who better to fit the part than you?

#alistair crump #hatbox ghost #haunted mansion #haunted mansion 2023 #my writing #alistair crump x reader #werebat #monster x human #monster x reader #the haunted mansion #hatbox ghost x reader

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srhunt · 1 year ago

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Haunted Mansion’s Biggest Issue (to me)

I was very excited to finally see Haunted Mansion this year. I had given up hope on ever seeing this new adaption in the 13 years since Guillermo Del Toro announced it with barely any news in between.

And I did very much enjoy it, it’s at least better than the 2003 film, which is all I wanted it to be.

However, there is one thing that stopped me from loving this movie, and that’s how they handled my favorite happy haunt, the Hatbox Ghost.

Now, design wise, he looks great. He’s intimidating, he’s creepy, all around they nailed it. Not thrilled that he’s played by Jared Leto, but thankfully he’s barely noticeable.

Where my issue begins is when they learn the Hatbox Ghost’s living name, Alistair Crump.

I’m not opposed with giving Hattie an actual name, mind you, and I do appreciate the nod to original Haunted Mansion Imagineer, Rolly Crump (though it’s kinda backhanded to name the villain of the movie after him). But from the moment they learn his name, he stops being the Hatbox Ghost and becomes Alistair Crump. Let me explain what I mean.

Alistair Crump was the child of a wealthy family. He was kicked out of his home by his father after crying too hard at his mother’s funeral. Cut off from his family, Crump had to climb his way back up from nothing. Meanwhile, he studied the dark arts. After his father died under mysterious circumstances, Crump gained control over his family estate. He’d throw lavish parties, inviting the people who turned his father against him. At these parties, he would murder the people he believed played a part in his father’s abandonment of him. Crump would bury the bodies under the house. This continued until his staff discovered his secret and turned against him, decapitating him and burying his remains in the same place he disposed of his victims.

Did you notice something was missing in this story?

Something very important to the Hatbox Ghost?

Like…a hatbox?

Yea, there’s no mention of a hatbox in his backstory.

This issue becomes even more glaring when the protagonists need to find an item that belonged to him in order to banish him.

You’re probably thinking it’s a hatbox, right?

No, it’s his top hat.

The top hat that’s still on his decapitated head.

Oh, is his head inside a hatbox?

No, it’s in the dirt under his old mansion.

Most of the time, ghosts are depicted with items important to them in life. Constance Hatchaway has her pearls and her hatchet, Madame Leota manifests in her crystal ball. And it’s not just the Haunted Mansion that does this, look at Thirteen Ghosts from 2001.

Each ghost has an in-depth backstory that can be found on the DVD’s bonus features, and each backstory explains how they died and why they were selected to fill a specific role in the Black Zodiac. They look the way they do because it reflects their past lives and their deaths.

So why does Alistair Crump carry a hatbox as a ghost if he had no ties to it in life?

This issue drives me nuts because it easily could’ve been fixed. Maybe when Alistair was kicked out of the house, he was only given a hatbox to carry what little he could, or maybe his staff hid his head inside a hatbox.

Crump only has the hatbox so he can do the gag with his head. That’s it. His titular hatbox holds no importance to him. He easily could’ve been swapped with any other ghost in the Mansion and nothing would feel out of place.

The hatbox is so unimportant to Crump that towards the end of the movie, he doesn’t even have it anymore. After we learn his backstory, he’s never seen with the hatbox again.

Even this new Funko Pop figure doesn’t have his hatbox but then labels him, “Hatbox Ghost.”

To me, Alistair Crump and the Hatbox Ghost are two different characters. Crump may look like Hattie, but he is not the Hatbox Ghost. Which is the biggest disappointment of this film to me.

Hattie is such a fascinating and mysterious character in the mansion. He has a backstory that’s never really explored. His role varies from story to story. Why is he in the attic with Constance? Was he one of Constance’s grooms? Why does he have that hatbox? Why did he disappear for so long in the context of the Mansion’s story? Where did he go and why did he come back? Was he a victim? A coconspirator that got betrayed? There were so many ways they could’ve taken his story and they picked probably the weakest one.

It does make me wonder what Guillermo Del Toro’s original vision for Hattie was. But alas, we may never know.

Maybe in another 20 years we’ll get a different take on the Mansion and Hattie.

#the haunted mansion #haunted mansion 2023 #hatbox ghost #alistair crump

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youngstarfishphilosopher · 1 year ago

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I can only imagine how lonely that child reader is with being stuck in the manor before everyone else showed up you think that maybe Alistair would feel a bit bad since none of the ghosts can interact with them during the day, also can really see that kid building a fort in the living room out of pillows.

-Child Reader is usually lonely during the day, but also a lot less paranoid and anxious. They get spooked easily, and the ghosts can sometimes freak them out.

-There was always one ghost ,however, that the reader knew was there, it being the reader's "friend." Although they couldn't see him.

-They didn't know his name or what he looked like. They only recognizedhim bythe sound of his cold, echoing voice.

-This spirit wasn't like the others. Something that felt like it should not be trusted. But the reader did trust them.

-This ghost was usually near the reader in the night, which allowed them to sleep peacefully. It seemed to be a friendly ghost, although it was always mysterious in a way.

- Alistair Crump, was the ghost in question

- As for his feelings of Reader being the lone during the day are a bit complicated.

-He doesn't feel" bad" for the reader,persay. His emotion about the situation would be more like he's anxious about levening Reader alone, seeing as they're so young.

- When the rest of the dream team shows up, Alistair just almost stops appearing to the reader entirely. Now hiding in the shadows as he coldly watches. Still interfering when he found it to be necessary.

- As for the reader, they are both sad and confused as to why their ghost friend was never around anymore.

- Was it angry? Did they do something wrong?

- It still weighed on the reader's mind. But their new friends helped a lot.Specifically the only other child there named Travis.

- The reader saw Travis as an older brother figure of sorts. The two of them would Play with their action figures and build forts together.

- As for the adults, the reader found the rest of them to be really good and caring people as well. Although,Ben did intimidate them at the beginning.

#haunted mansion 2023 #alistair crump #disneys haunted mansion #hatbox ghost #alistair crump x reader #child reader #platonic #im back bitches

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justsomefangirlie · 1 year ago

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Being a Child of Alistair Crump/Hatbox Ghost…

Inspired by @youngstarfishphilosopher, @moonlit-imagines & @shenanigans-and-imagines headcanons writing ✍️…

. To say that whatever relationship he had with you is ‘complicated’ would be an understatement.

. In his own strange and cold way he did care about you, but it often fell in the category of your his child so their for your his, his belonging.

. In his own weird way he actually was trying to be a better father then his, he actively tried not to be like his father with you. Avoid making the same decisions, but just because he tried not to be like him he didn’t notice or realize how he was a flawed parent in his own way.

. A majority of your childhood and even adolescence’s was spend within the walls and grounds of the family manor, whatever you’d need he’d just bring to you and he didn’t like the idea of you going out and interacting with anyone outside of the manor.

. He generally just didn’t want you out of his sight.

. The only way you were sure that he did love you was through acts of gift giving. You had the best toys any child could ask for and it was mostly because he hoped it’d distract you long enough to not ask to go outside for awhile.

. His possessiveness over you stemmed from the fact that you were not only his only child and heir, but you were the child he had with his first wife (and only one he was attached too) Emily De Claire.

. Who went missing when you were young and you were only a few months old when she did so you didn’t have much memories of her.

. Since you didn’t know Alistair behavior and treatment of you was not the most ideal parent-child relationship, you didn’t know that as a child and being the only parent you had you were close to him.

. Or more attached to him. Following him around like a lost duckling during his large parties events, which of course he didn’t mind. He enjoyed the opportunity to brag and show you off to his guests.

. You had a love for music, and he had gotten you lessons to play classical or piano, which he’d often encourage you to do for a couple guests he wanted to impress with his child’s musical skills.

. It was one of your happier memories of your time with him seeing how proud he looked while he watched you play.

. It was only as you got older you realized how overbearing and cold he really could be.

. As you grew older and he continued having his lavished parties, the attention of potential suitors arise.

. Much to his dismay, he never planned to betroth you off to anyone, both reasons being he found no one, high society or not worthy of you, and that they’d take you away from him. Away from his grasp and control.

. (I’m imaging a sort of Phantom and Melanie Ravenswood from Phantom Manor scenario ensuing, honestly that could be the two of you’d relationship in general).

. The first successful suitor that got your attention and you started to develop feelings for went missing ‘under mysterious circumstances’ within a month.

. At first you thought it was your fault or they simply lost interest and it devastated you (Alistair was there to comfort you in an uncharacteristically kind way).

. But then suitors two and three came along, the same thing, suddenly upped and vanished within a few weeks of knowing them.

. You never made the connection until after your father’s own death (or murder rather) at the hand of his staff in your late adolescence’s.

. While it was shocking in a way you weren’t surprised considering how you’d witness him treat them over the years.

. You inherited the manor and not long after got yourself another suitor who stuck around for much longer then the others.

. You never wanted to believe the rumors but your being the one who may have made your previous suitors ‘disappear’ seemed much more likely now.

. You eventually decided that you’d never speak of it or of him ever again. You kept him and his alleged activities of participating in dark arts a secret from both your partner and own children.

. Decades passed and the Crump manor was bought by a practicing and amateur theater actor, Vic and his friend Pat.

. (Putting it out here but I came up with a funny theory/headcanon that either Vic or Pat, mostly Vic, could be a descendant of Alistair crump and that’s how they bought the manor. Probably means nothing but I just thought it’d be interesting and funny to bring up here.)

. And would soon be visited by a part of a group that were currently dealing with the very vengeful spirit of your father at that moment. To find clues about him.

Hope you enjoyed!!!

A quick headcanon piece I put together since I was inspired…

Bye!!!

#haunted mansion #child reader #original content #headcanons

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kmp78 · 1 year ago

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Jeez, these reviews of Haunted Mansion were very gracious! Haven’t seen such crap in a long time. I have not the slightest clue what made JL agree to partake in this. Couldn’t be the money! He’s not even in the movie like literally. The CGI ghost doesn’t even have a hint of a resemblance to JL. The voice is so edited/audiotuned I doubt you would even need any human. The only hint is the above portrait of Alistair Crump which is shown for 3 seconds. With a lot of fantasy you could see some sort of resemblance with JL. Morblo and TO were masterpiece in comparison. Avoid at all costs!!! I feel bad for anyone spending even $1 to watch that shit because of JL. The rest of the cast is not worth more. This thing will bomb colossal at the box office or streaming.

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Oh dear...😳

Dude just can´t catch a break!

Not that he deserves one anyway since he is the one who keeps picking these DOA project... 🙄

But on a side note: that 1800s (I assume?) pic of him is great! 👀

He should do like a period piece or smthg. I could imagine him as a douchehole Darcy figure... 😏😂

He wouldn´t even need to act for that one so win-win all around. 🙌

#submission

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theheadlessgroom · 1 year ago

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"Hey Randall..so you know those living Teddies that been spotted around the house I think I just found the one that looks like you..but there's something off" *they held the bear up it clearly was the Hatbox Ghost but instead the bear looked alot more grumpy and sinister.it was also making angry sounds hating being held* ^Teddy Bear Alistair Crump*

Randall snorted as he beheld the cranky little teddy, kind of enjoying its annoyance at being held as he reached out a bony finger and poked it in its soft belly, snickering, "Well, aren't you a cute little fellow? Not so cuddly, it seems; can't imagine any youngster wanting to snuggle with the likes of you...though you are better looking as a bear than as a ghost, I have to say!"

#((will randall take just about any opportunity to dunk on alistair? signs point to yes!))#Anonymous

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alistairs-4th-wife · 1 year ago

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so sorry I haven't posted. I went on vacation and then naturally my computer keyboard decided to stop working 💀 I have a new one tho! So hopefully we will be back to regularly scheduled posting, aaaannnnd in the meantime please enjoy some

✨ Alistair breeding headcanons ✨

Obviously NSFW under the cut, pls stop reading at this point if you don't wanna see that

This man is vanilla through and through. Likes you on your back looking up at him while at the mercy of his hips.

It takes a lot of convincing to get him to do anything else, you even had to thoroughly explain to him what foreplay and aftercare were

You were never shy with your questions about your dynamic and how your relationship works in certain aspects, ghost and mortal

One night you had just blurted out if having children was something that was possible and if he would ever like to

Oh boy, that was a mistake

Alistair had never thought of creating spawns. That was just something that never crossed his mind. He never truly cared about any mortals until you, after all.

Suddenly the thought constantly flooded his mind. You carrying his child. His.

When he asked if you could try, you weren't totally sure if anything would actually result, but couldn't bring yourself to voice your doubts

That was also a mistake, you weren't sure you even slept that night

Every time he was over his high you were pinned down for another round, a few times even on your knees in doggy position.

Whenever he was ready he was hunting you down and guiding you on the nearest surface with force. Whether it was the bed, furniture, or even just the floor.

His thrusts were unrelenting. Typically he was slow and gentle with you at first to get used to his size. Not now. Fast and deep from the moment he starts to the moment he stops.

Constant grunts and hisses into your ear, "You are mine... begging to be bred. And you are going to take every last drop..."

His seed filled you, dripping from you when you went to move.

You lay there for a while, sometimes even lying in the same spot when he searches for you again

You rested for the entire day after that night. Alistair cuddled you, even got bathes started for you and made you food.

But you were eagerly anticipating the next time he'd get this urge anyway

#hatbox ghost #alistair crump #hatbox ghost imagine #alistair crump imagines #hatbox ghost x reader

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alistairs-4th-wife · 1 year ago

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so I really didn't want my first actual fic to be smut but I've had this idea for a while that I can't shake. So I've made the executive decision to let y'all pick what my first fic I post is (either way both will be done, this is just for which one comes first)

#hatbox ghost #the hatbox ghost #alistair crump #alistair crump imagines #hatbox ghost imagine #hatbox ghost oneshots #hatbox ghost x reader #alistair crump x reader

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justsomefangirlie · 1 year ago

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Incorporating Beating Heart Bride into Haunted Mansion (2023)/ slight film rewrite…

This is part of a rewrite suggestion for the Haunted Mansion (2023) it’s obvious I enjoy and like the movie the way it is (it’s great!).

But this is what I imagined the possible plot being prior to the film’s release and a mix of current plot mixed in.

In rewrite/AU where: I thought Constance Hatchaway would’ve been the main antagonist.

When Gabbie and the dream team eventually assemble that’s when most of the changes take place in the mansion’s history and backstory.

They discovery that the mansion was an estate owned by the Gracey family for generations.

The last known owner’s that were part of the Gracey family was a young woman named Emily Gracey and her husband, Alistair Crump (who isn’t the villain in my hypothetical story) a man of lower status (NameDrop him owning a haberdashery or making hats in his mortal life) and a union looked down upon by the town, especially Emily’s higher society acquaintances. But, neither of them cared they were genuinely in love.

And they even had a child, a daughter (who I don’t have a name for but I basically wanted to insert her in as the film’s equivalent of Little Leota, being a child ghost trapped within a small porcelain doll that perhaps Travis finds and even befriends).

But of course because it’s Haunted Mansion (no one can stay happy) I’m thinking in typical fashion Emily perhaps dies at some point, and while Alistair and his daughter still inherit the mansion for reasons (I haven’t decided yet, perhaps he needs to keep a certain social standing to be allowed to even keep the mansion, or because he feels his daughter needs a maternal figure) he is recommended to remarry and that bride in question: Constance Hatchaway.

Who already had four husbands under her belt, and comes in innocently enough. But maybe the daughter catches glimpses of her mask slipping and who this lady really is, and even tries to tell her father.

And maybe he even considers not going through with the marriage because of his daughter’s concerns. But when Constance finds out (not allowing anything get in the way of her and possible wealth) she murders the daughter somehow (specifics unsure as of yet).

And while it devastates Alistair he goes on with the matrimony — somehow he discovers that Constance’s is responsible for what happened to his daughter prior to the wedding and an altercation between the two breaks loose.

While she managed to kill him by decapitating him, she also seriously injured and soon dies as well.

(Becoming the vengeful spirit within the film).

What happens after doesn’t need much explanation (maybe a distant relative owns the home and that’s when the hauntings really start becoming noticeable).

However owns the mansion onwards is haunted by these spirits, mostly Constance’s, who feels untitled to the mansion still and haunts however lives in it.

(Not sure how to incorporate Madame Leota, maybe give her the same role as the movie already has for her but instead it’s Hatbox ghost who requested her in his mortal life to help him contact either Emily or his daughter).

Basically just give him William Gracey’s whole storyline.

The main plot of uncovering the mystery and history behind the mansion stays the same (except for the main owners no longer being William Gracey, of course).

For most of the film — Hatbox ghost is a red-herring instead. The team thinking he’s the main threat until through some shenanigans they figure out he was actually trying to help them (along with the other 999 haunts).

And that Constance’s is the main threat (maybe when they have to find the personal item to perform the banishing spell with the reference to the Disney world mansion could now be her old manor instead where she lived with her previous four husbands).

And since the film had references to both versions of the mansion this could also be an opportunity to reference both versions of the attic bride (making the beating heart bride and Constance Hatchaway two separate characters).

Maybe Emily’s ghost is also haunting the mansion, but maybe because of Constance interference or something else she is unable to meet or communicate with either her husband or child.

Until the very end (big third act) when Emily, Hatbox, and Little Leota surrogate all get reunited at last and along with the other spirits help the dream team defeat Constance Hatchaway and banish her.

And then the big dance party ending stays the same!!!

And that’s basically my whole rewrite suggestion.

It’s also incorporate Hatbox ghost in a slightly bigger way to the main plot — since he’d be an Expy with Ben (similar to William Gracey) over their love and loss of their wives and family.

And how nice it is that’s they’d either find their found family (in Ben’s case) or finally reunited with them (Hatbox’s case).

But that’s the whole rewrite, it’s not perfect just a quick thing I put together. Hope you enjoyed this long winded essay length post.

(P.S. Haunted Mansion (2023) as it is is still a good movie).

Hope you enjoyed my TED talk!

#haunted mansion #the haunted mansion #haunted mansion 2023 #Disney #disney haunted mansion #999 happy haunts #rewrite #long post #hatty/emily #original content

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