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I messed up their proportions a little, but by request of one of my friends I redrew my favorite group of fankids because now they have canon deaths n stuff and I wanted to update their designs to show that 👍

Might put more info down later cause I've been messing with these three, but idk

Old art of the three⬇️

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XnfFJXOWO11MEND!!!!

I love it! I love it so much! He looks amazing!

Dang op you work fast!!!

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Hehehe, I said I was gonna doodle him 🫶 Drew him with one of my Alistair fankids, Nelson specifically because I think they'd get along, bond over instruments maybe since I imagine Nelson plays piano 😊

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♡ AVERY CRUMP ♡

Another little Crump oc that's been on my mind for a while!

This little guy is named Avery. He died when he was seven- almost eight- and was born mute. He also plays the violin and has a massive love of birds and the outdoors.

He haunts Crump Manor after his death but is more so just pretty sweet and doesn't show himself much, if ever. I got some more art and story for him that I'll probably show another time.

Rest in peace little buddy.

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Bane's reaction if his child was stolen, he temporarily leaves on business leaving his child under guard but upon returning he sees that his child is gone... and the guards are killed... his actions and how he will save and when he finds the thief

WARNING⚠️: Depictions and talk of murder

Bane is absolutely furious when he finds out that his child has been taken.

WHO WOULD BE STUPID ENOUGH TO DARE TAKE HIS BABY?

No matter. He would find you. He would find you even if he had to break the bodies of every man and woman in Gotham city.

His hunt for you is relentless; He destroys everyone and everything that stands in his way. It doesn't matter who it is. If they're stopping him from getting to you, then they will be disposed of.

When he does finally find you, the person who took you better make peace with whoever they believe in, cause it will be their very last day on earth. Bane doesn't listen to them, nor does he ask questions. He simply raises them above his head with ease and snaps them in half; all those working for the thief would share the same fate in either the same way or possibly a different way. It's all extremely brutal.

Smashing his way through rooms and crushing everything that breaths, he stops in his tracks when he hears the sound of sniffing and crying. Not that of an adult, but instead that of a child.

It was you.

It had to be.

" Reader?" He called out.

Though his voice was quite loud, his tone was laced with a type of parental softness the public barely ever saw from him since he made sure to keep you from them. Keep you away so you would be safe and so something like this wouldn't happen. However, clearly, he wasn't being cautious enough.

Though that could be dealt with later. Right at that moment, his most important task was finding you.

" Oi! Who was that!?" A foreign voice answered back. It was one of the gaurds who was still patrolling the facility and was unaware of the bloodshed that had been happening. The guard patrolling the room about two rooms away from where you were being kept. " Show yourself!!"

The noises of sniffling and crying stopped for a moment. Then the sound of your little voice graced his ears. It was a hoarse voice. A voice that cracked slightly as it spoke.

" Pa?..."

Bane found a way to the gaurd and had now slaughtered them as he had slaughtered all the others. The gaurd let out a blood murdering scream. And once the person had gone quiet, Bane tossing their corpse to the ground. He called out again.

" Yes! Yes, its me! Stay where you are! I'm coming to find you!"

" O-okay!" You answered, still rather distressed. " I wanna go home! When do we go home!?"

Bane called back to you once again. "Stay put! I'm almost there and then we will go home! I promise you!"

When he finally found you and set you free, he resided on his knees as you ran to him, embracing you in a hug.

Though his hands were big and tough- covered in blood; And though his strength was great and had the ability to break average me so easily; with you, said hands could never be softer. Could never be gentiler. There he held you as he gently stroked your hair.

" I was so scared..." you whispered into his chest as tears continued to softly spill from your eyes.

" I know little one." He said softly. " I know... you're alright now. Your papa is right here... I swear on my life that no one shall hurt you as long as I'm here. No one."

Kissing the top of your forehead, he stood stood to his feet as you snuggled closer into his chest. You were exhausted and had a few bruises, but otherwise, you were physically okay: just mostly shaken up by everything.

" Let's go home, yes?"

Closing your eyes, you gave him a little nod. And so that's where he went; walking past all the corpses and bloodshed, he took you home. Took you home and made sure to take good care of you and watch closesy your healing and recovery process after the whole event.

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Yeah, it's back

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Haunted mansion Viktor Geist :333

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Long overdue reference sheet for my personal fan design of The Hatbox Ghost. I'm forever grateful to the people who enjoy this design!

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A CROSS ON THE STEPS OF CRUMP MANOR Chapter Two

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Summary: William Gracey meets with the Manor’s master. It is safe to say that Mr.Crump's fist impression isn't all that great.

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Warning!: This chapter contains mentions of blood, injury, and minor depictions of violence

“ Now then, I understand your carriage crashed somewhere in the woods out front, yes?”

William’s blood ran cold as every hair on the back of his neck immediately stood up. The man’s skin was grey. Not pale. Just full on dark grey. Not only that, but his face was horrid-almost skeletal with his nostrils, defined cheekbones, and dark, hollow eye sockets. His eyes themselves glowed in an unnatural yellow. His gloved fingers were long; his fluffy hair and sideburns a fine white and silver colored mixture.

A large lump formed in William’s throat;He swallowed it as quickly as he could before answering. “Yes, sir. I-It crashed some distance from here…”

The horrific-looking man seemed to only grin at his guests’ reaction. It was a slimy, toothy grin. William could see a clear picture of the man’s teeth in full view; he noticed how the master of the manor’s canines were a good bit more pointed than his own. One of them was golden as well.

“I see.” The man said. He took a step closer to William, who instinctively took a step back in response. In the man’s hand was a cane that he used to support his less-than-properly functioning leg. Its handle was carved into an ensemble of gruesome faces that gave the appearance of wailing and groaning out in eternal agony: forever suffering.

“Pardon me for my skepticism,” He continued. “But I find it hard to believe that someone would be so willing to travel this late, especially in such…awful… weather. Where were you headed? And where have you come from?”

“M-My wife. She’s very sick, sir.” William answered honestly. The master of the home slowly began to circle him like a predator; William himself in that moment was nothing more than a rabbit or a deer. His yellow eyes were watching his guest intently. “I…I had gone further north to attend the funeral of a distant relative of mine. I had left her home, and she had been completely fine when I had, but now…b-but now she-and how the storm, it just appeared out of nowhere…Please know that we do not intend to cause any trouble for you or your staff. We simply wish to take shelter until the storm passes, and we will happily be on our way.”

“You have been…BLEEDING…”

“W-what?” William whimpered out in confusion. He let out a pained cry as the man’s long fingers grasped his wound suddenly, swiftly, and violently. Even through the black gloves, the man’s nails were sharp-like claws-as they sunk into the still-healing wound, drawing fresh blood from it.

“I see you were…wounded…when you crashed…” The man stated as if he were in a most powerful trance, staring at William’s arm. His eyes darkened as his pupils constricted.

“Please! P-please let go!” William begged with a terrified expression etched onto his face. He tried to pull away from the stronger man’s grasp to no avail; A few tears fell down his face as his heartbeat began to quicken. He could feel it pounding in his chest. “That hurts!”

At those words, the master of the manor snapped his head up from the wound and into his guest’s eyes, then back to the wound, then to his guest once again. After a moment,he did what had been asked of him.

“Apologies…” He started. Though his eyes dilated back to normal, he still stared at William with unnatural intensity as William quickly took a few steps back as soon as he was freed, putting pressure on his re-opened wound. “Sometimes I-...nevermind.”

He quickly turned his head and began to walk away from William who continued staring at him, wide-eyed. “I will have someone to take care of your wound shorty… Now run along. There are matters I must attend to. One of my servants should be outside the door as we speak and will take you to your sleeping quarters for the night.

William did not wish to stay. However, it was getting late and it seemed as though the storm was not willing to stop soon. He stared at his host for a few more moments. The man simply waved William away, sitting down in the large chair which resided in his office.

Recollecting his voice, Willam could say nothing but a small “Alright then…”

Trying to ignore his trembling hands, he slowly-cautiously- turned around in a mistrustful demenior as he headed for the door, before pauusing as he reached the doorhandle, turning back around. Against his better judgment, he was inclined to ask his host one final question despite everything in his body screaming at him to run and never look back.

He didn’t get a word in before his question was immediately answered.

“Crump.” The man said. It was as if he knew exactly what William was thinking. He did not look at his guest, but instead merely examined the paper in his hand; One of the many papers from off his desk. “Alistair Crump. But you will continue to simply refer to me as ‘sir’, as you have been doing. Understood?”

William gave a nod “ Of course… pleasure to meet you, sir…”

That was a lie. He felt no pleasure at all when meeting this man: Quite the opposite in fact. He just wanted to go home to his wife- To his dear Elenore.

“Yes, yes.” Alistair grumbled as he once again waved William away. “ I’m sure it is.”

William needed no more confirmation that he was unwanted there. He left immediately, gently closing the door behind him. There was something extremely wrong about Alistair Crump: From his terrifying appearance to equally terrifying mannerisms.

William did not trust him.

Not one bit.

Standing in the hallway was the same maid from earlier. She took him down to one of the manor’s bedrooms that resided on the second floor. Though it was one of the manor’s smaller rooms according to her, it was still extremely nice nonetheless.

The room had a queen sized bed with red covers and plenty of nice pillows. On either side of the bad was a nightstand: Each nightstand with an oil lamp made of brass and decorated in detailed, intricate carvings that gave them a unique texture. The window in the room was drawn closed and there was a large, dark, wooden wardrobe decorated just as intricate as the lamps; A willow tree was carved into its doors. Across the bed was a vanity that had no mirror, and right in front of the bed was a large carpet.

Being taken over to the plush bed, William sat there patiently as the maid left to get the proper supplies to take care of his arm. Slowly taking off his dark blue coat, he looked around, becoming lost in thought. He hoped that by now that James had been let inside and given a room of his own as well; he wondered, also, how the boy felt about all of this.

Poor James had always been such a paranoid and anxious soul;He was a worrier. He stayed pessimistic in most situations and had an odd belief in the paranormal: vampires, ghosts, werewolves-all sorts of nonsense like that. William blamed the boy’s parents for that. From the stories James had told of them and the information he gave on them, they had been extremely superstitious and possessive when it came to their son; not good at all.

The only thing that kept James sane, at least in William’s perspective, was the fact that the boy also believed in the existence of God; The belief that something out there created him and was so mercifu and so good, and that would keep his young soul safe. And with how William felt when meeting Alistair Crump, he couldn’t help but feel bad for the boy. Certainly, and William would not hold it against him, there was a high likelihood that the blond coachman would faint with fright when coming face to face with the manor’s master.

The maid did not take long in returning, making William snap out of his thought and giving her his full attention. Kneeling in front of him, she attended to his wound with great efficiency and swiftness.

“Thank you.” William softly said with a tone of gratefulness. The maid said nothing, simply standing up once she was done.

“The master will be expecting you down in the dining hall for dinner in twenty; Not a moment later.” She informed him. “There is fresh clothing in the wardrobe. I assume you know how to dress yourself?”

“Um… yes?” William answered her. He was more perplexed by the question if anything. Of course he knew how to dress himself. Was the woman trying to be derogatory?

With that, the maid left. He had wished to say something else to her, but he did not know what. So, he simply allowed her to leave as he sat there all on his lonesome.

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Spotlight

It's been a while since I drew my genderbends of Master Gracey and the Hatbox Ghost. So here's a little redraw of an old Williow and Alicia piece I did.

I decided to change a few things like making Willow mortal as well as getting rid of Alicia's gloves/ the flowers on her hat.

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🎭Besties 🔔

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A CROSS ON THE STEPS OF CRUMP MANOR Chapter One

Chapter one of a short story based on the 2023 movie adaptation of the Haunted Mansion, but make it a Vampire AU. Click here for the summary as well as the chapter list.

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Warning! This chapter of the story contains mention of blood and injuries

William Gracey sat in his carriage; more accurately, he lay there painfully on his side atop the carriage window. The carriage had been fully driven off the road. Two of its wheels had broken off before it had fallen on its side, crashing into a tree.

Sitting up, his body shook slightly. His breathing was deep and heavy as the adrenaline running through his veins began slowly fading away. Then it hit him. It was a sudden, stinging pain in his right arm. He looked down to examine himself, desperate to find the cause for this unpleasant sensation. When he did, his eyes widened. There, stuck in his arm, though not completely impaling it, was a stick. It had ripped through the sleeve of his blue coat; however, no blood surrounded it.

“D-damn it!” William quietly cursed under his breath as tears pricked the brims of his sockets. 

Closing his eyes, he let out a pained cry, ripping the object out of him. Tears now fell down his face and stained his cheeks; he allowed them to descend freely. Slowly, he reopened his eyes and looked down at the crimson-covered stick in his trembling hand. Now, in the stick’s original place was a rather nasty wound; blood seeping from it, covering his skin, and staining his coat sleeve.

“My arm must have gone through the window when we crashed. . .” William thought to himself as the sound of heavy rain now filled his ears. The sound had been there the whole time, and yet he seemed to have tuned it out.

Taking a moment to compose himself, he looked up at the door. There was no handle on the inside of said door, only on the outside. So, with his left hand placed firmly on his wound, William used all the strength he could muster in his body to slam himself against the door and force it open. His body was sore afterwards, and he would certainly have bruises formed now and later, but the deed was done. The door was open. 

Rain pelted against William’s back as he let go of his wound and climbed out of the carriage. The ground underneath his feet was soft and squishy when he landed. He then placed pressure on his wound once again. 

“Master Gracey!” A distant voice then suddenly called out. “Master Gracey, are you alright!?”

It was difficult to see in the rain, but the voice was feasibly recognizable. It belonged to a young coachman, only twenty years of age, who immediately ran to his master in an anxious and concerned demeanor. In the boy’s hand was a lantern that, by some miracle, was somehow still alight and, for the most part, still intact. James was his name. He was a thin boy with green eyes so wide that they reminded William of a doe’s. His blond hair, normally in natural curls, was now straight and wet from the rain; the strands sticking to his face. And, around his neck, he wore a thin metal chain with a small metal cross dangling from the end of it.

“I... I-I’m alright,” William assured. “But what about you? You must have certainly taken a greater fall than I did.”

“I’m alright, sir,” James replied. He was now close enough to his master that he did not need to shout anymore. The dim light from the lantern gave William a decent view of the boy’s clothes, which were now covered in bits and pieces of mud and grass. “A bit of a rough tumble to be sure, but more or less alright-oh dear.”

James then took notice of his master holding his arm. “ Is something wrong with your arm, sir? Are you injured?”

“Just a small flesh wound,” William answered him. He had no want for the boy to be more panicked than he already was. No; they both needed to remain calm and come up with their next course of action. “I will be fine. Have you located Bluebell by chance?”

“Ran off, sir.” James said, rather upset. Bluebell was the name of the Percheron that had been pulling the carriage. “ I honestly have no idea where she went.”

“That’s not good,” William said. He tried to examine his surroundings for any clues or hints. However, the rain mixed with the darkness of the night made it nearly impossible. “ Not good at all…”

“What are we supposed to do now, sir?” James then asked. “I mean…I-I mean how-What do we even!?-”

“I... I don’t know.” William answered honestly. He was just as lost on what to do. “I suppose we simply just… go in a direction and see where it takes us? Either that or we stay put for now. But who knows when the rain will stop?”

The two men had a mutual understanding without any words; They both wished to get out of the rain, and the broken carriage did not feel like a safe option to stay in. However, venturing out into the wilderness also held its own set of risks.

James looked away from his master. Turning his head to the right, he gazed out for a couple of seconds; then he turned to the left and did the same thing. “Which way should we go? I mean, moving straight ahead would be the most reasonable idea…right?”

“Yes.” William agreed. “I suppose that’s the best direction to take. My goodness, we’re rather far from the road, aren’t we?”

He winched and gritted his teeth as he let go of his wound, holding out his hand for James to grab. “Here-ah-g…g-grab my hand. It’s for the best that we don’t get separated.”

James hesitated, “Master Gracey…”

“I am fine,” William stated once again. “Please…Let’s just go. The more time we waste, the more danger we are putting ourselves in.”

James remained with soft concern for his master as he looked down at the older man’s hand and slowly grabbed it. He mentally shuddered at the feeling of sticky, fresh blood, but did not complain, nor did he comment on it. Carefully, the two men began making their way through the wooded area; James and his cracked, dimming lantern leading the way. Neither of them made much noise except for when, once or twice, James would look back and check in on William, who, in turn, assured that he was fine. The rain soon became lighter as they made their way out of the woods and back onto a road, not knowing if it was the same road they had driven off.

“A light!” James then exclaimed with relief. He and William stood there side by side as he let go of the older man’s hand and pointed in front of himself. “Do you see it, sir!? There in the distance! Do you see it!?”

“Yes,” William said as a small smile formed. “Yes, I do.”

Where James was pointed, just as he said there was, a still glow of warm light shone off in the distance.

“Maybe it’s a home or place we can take shelter!” James exclaimed hopefully. “ Even if not, it’s a good sign if the light’s man-made, which I’m guessing it is! I don't know what else it could be! Wait, we’re not dead, are we, sir?”

And so, that’s where they headed. William touched his wound slightly as they walked on, no longer holding hands. A scab had now formed, and though the wound still stung to the touch, it had stopped bleeding.

As they treaded closer to the mysterious light, the clearer a manor came into view. It was a rather nice manor; A manor guarded by a steel, black gate and at the back of a front garden full of trees, green grass, and nice shrubbery. As they approached the gate, both men immediately took a step back-smiles falling-as it shifted with a loud creak; slowly opening inwards as if inviting them inside.

“S-sir…”James began-breathless.

 William-also extremely startled- looked to his coachman, then back to the gate. Taking a deep breath, as well as grasping onto any nerves attempting to escape him, he took a step forward.

Then another.

And another.

Ignoring the rapid pounding of his own heart within his chest, he walked past the unnaturally sentient gate and continued towards the manor’s entrance in feigned confidence. James merely stared at him in disbelief. He himself was hesitant to even get close to the gate again. However, with his master getting further and further away, after a few moments, he was quick to use his legs and walk after him.

William gazed upon the manor, almost in awe. It was certainly smaller than his own home; however, it held a unique, ominous beauty that he could not successfully explain, nor could he fully put into words.

The manor was three stories tall, up on a piece of land just a bit higher than the front garden. A home made from visible bricks of different browns; no paint on the walls. The middle section of the manor, where the front door was placed, was rounder; And though the manor had only three floors, the roof was higher there in the middle than the rest of the house; its peak of the roof pointed. There was a wider section of the manor on either side of its middle section; each of the sections with many windows, unlike the middle, which had no windows. At the very end of the manor’s right side was a pointed dome made of metal and glass, which both blended in as well as stood out against the home.

Some of the windows’ curtains were closed; some were open. On the left-hand side, on the third floor, and in the second window, he could have sworn that for just a split second that he had seen a large, dark silhouette watching him. However, in a flash of lightning and an echo of thunder, the figure had vanished.

 “...I…I’m just not in my right mind is all.” William thought to himself, “A figment of my imagination is all it was.”

Though he wasn’t fully sure.

Walking up the steps that had a few lit lanterns on either side, with the sound of James’ feet following close behind him, William stopped when he made it to the entrance of the manor. It had no porch or small overhead roof to protect people from getting wet without having to go inside. Lifting his hand up into a fist, he was about to knock on the door when he suddenly paused. He waited a couple of seconds; he waited to see if maybe the door would open on its door, just like the door had done.

Nothing.

And so, he gave the door three solid, hard knocks. A few seconds passed once again before the sounds of footsteps were heard and the door slowly opened; a woman behind it. She opened it so that only her head, hand, and a small chunk of her chest and shoulder were visible; a maid; she was pale and her eyes were dark and sunken-void of life. But even with the misfortune of having these unpleasant features, she remained well-groomed with her black hair tied up neatly into a low bun.

“May I…”She looked at William and then at James, who was behind him on the last step. Her voice was just as dead and monotone as William thought it would be, “Help you?”

“Good evening.” William greeted her politely. “My name is William- William Gracey. And this here is my coachman- James. We’re so sorry to intrude, but our carriage crashed in the woods, you see, and we were hoping that maybe it was possible that we take shelter here until the storm passed.”

The woman continued to stare at him with no hint of emotion whatsoever. She then turned her head to look at James; her gaze hardening as it caught the small cross resting on his chest.

“Just… a moment please…” She said before shutting the door.

“I don’t…” James began as the sound of the maid’s footsteps started again, becoming quieter as she walked away from the door. “ I-I don’t like how that woman looked at me…”

When the door opened again, it was opened fully this time and by a completely different servant: A man who appeared just as corpse-like as the woman. “The master of the home will see you  now…”

Stepping to the side, he allowed William to pass through. However, when James attempted to do the same, he quickly stopped the young coachman, which confused both James as well as William.

“Just…” The servant stated. His expression was laced with barely noticeable disdain and aggression. “Him… You will remain outside.”

“What!? But I-” James began to frantically object. However, the door was swiftly shut in his face before he was able to get another word in. William watched in bewilderment as it happened.

“Wait…wait, why is he not allowed to come inside?”

“The master does not wish for him to.” The servant responded simply as he passed by William. “ This way now, if you please.”

“May he at least just wait inside by the door?” William asked. “It would be cruel to just leave him outside by himself in the rain.”

The servant did not dignify his request with a response as he led him past nice, open rooms and up the first flight of stairs. After another two failed attempts at asking, William gave up and became quiet. He didn’t push the request any further. He now looked around, noticing just how beautiful the manor’s interior was, as well as how it was clearly covered in plenty of lion imagery.

Traveling down the hallway of the third floor, the servant brought William to another door with a golden lion head as the knocker. Grabbing the handle of the knocker, the servant gave the door three slow knocks. 

“Come in…” A voice called out from behind the door. It was a deep voice that held an echo-like quality to it.

At those words, the servant opened the door. Holding it open, he stepped out of William’s way. William felt a sudden, overwhelming feeling of dread engulf him as he meekly stepped inside.  He jumped a little as the servant suddenly slammed the door behind him. He frantically turned to look towards the door, then back to the rest of the room. It was an office just as richly decorated as the rest of the home; the widow’s red velvet curtains were open and tied with gold-colored rope.

“William Gracey, I assume?”

William snapped his head to the right of him to where the warm glow of the fireplace softly illuminated his face. There, standing in front of the fire, his back turned, the master of the manor stood. He wore a black cape that went to the floor with its collar sticking up, and on his head rested a long, black tophat.

“I-I, well I um,” William stuttered out.The man had not been there a moment ago,had he? How come William had not immediately noticed him standing there? “Y-Yes…Yes, that is correct.”

The master of the manor let out a small “hm.” as he raised his gloved hand and beckoned his guest over with his finger. William obliged and took as tep towards the man. Then another. Two steps was all the horrid gut feeling in his body allowed for him to take.

“Good,” The man said, slowly turning around. “ Now then, I understand your carriage crashed somewhere in the woods out front, yes?”

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♡More silly HM oc stuff RAHHH!!♡

Just decided to do more bacstory lore for James cause he's silly and anxious, and I love him dearly.

In both the movie and vampire AU timelines, he was found in the front yard of the mansion. Passed out. He had been robbed and beaten and was trying to find help;He was also an orphan at that time and had been looking for work when he was attacked. Elenore and William take him in and, in finding out how good he is with handling horses/ his fondness of the animal, make him their coachman, to which he is very grateful about.

In the movie timeline, after William dies( James is about twenty at the time), he leaves for a few years. However, he comes back at twenty-three years old to revisit the manor and pay his respects to the couple; leaving flowers on their Graves and thanking them for all they had done for him. This is when Alistair gets him killed and turns him into another one of the spirits haunting the place.

Also, chapter one of " A Cross on the Steps of Crump Manor" should be coming out later today, so yeah!

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No wonder smoke and the others were so creeped out.

Bert. What in the unbuttered biscuits are you doing?

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I saw this trend and decided to try tweeting for the first time 👍👍 I knew exactly what I wanted to do

I wish I had shaded it before animating honestly, but hey, lol

Curtis belongs to @/onegreatfish117

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Hi there, did more thinking for WereRaven William I think Travis wouldn't at all be afraid of him and actually see that he was sad so Travis tries helping William bringing him food and wrapping a blanket around him even trying to help bandage his injuries.

Absolutely.

However, the love and care also goes both ways.

William isn't too fond of the idea of this sweet little boy feeling responsible for his wellbeing. Though he is grateful and thankful for the boys kindness, he hates seeing Travis sad and upset about his condition. He also knows Travis is grieving a loved one as well and does his best to comfort the poor child.

Travis can often be found taking naps in William’s arms, with William protecting him as well as just helping Travis fall asleep in general by shielding the boy with his wings.

This also keeps Travis safe from WereRaven Alistair as well; William won't let the monster have the boy and Alistair refuses to kill William in order to get to the child. Causing them to come to a standstill.

Eventually, Alistair decides that Travis isn't worth the trouble and just becomes used to Travis's presence like he had done with William.

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Rough sketch of an oc character that will be in my Vampire fic " A Cross on the Steps of Crump Manor."

This is James- William’s Coachman. He is a young and very anxious man with a strong belief in the paranormal and is very religious.

He's also twenty years old and really loves horses. His favorite horse is the horse he drives the Graceys' carriage with, which is named Bluebell.