#* nell crain: interaction.

[stefansallvatore]

Stefan was unsure as to why, but after meeting Eleanor, he’d been compelled by her. She’d been on his mind constantly the last week, a mixture of worry and intrigue, so he was grateful to spot her walking through town. Noticing that her heartbeat was steadier than when they’d last spoke, Stefan smiled and decided to approach her, wondering if he could get to know her better, now that she was seemingly calmer. “Hey, Nell.” He’d found a spot on the outskirts of town, a place that was much quieter with better scenery, an ideal location to talk without interruption. “If you’re not going anywhere in particular, ‘you mind taking a walk with me?”

[untilthcyrot]

❝ Hey! ❞ Nell called out to him through the music booming through the speakers. The club was playing what they had on their playlist until the next band set up their gear on stage and got ready to play their set. After hearing the former band play, she couldn't imagine anyone else topping them. She grinned brightly at the guitar player as he climbed down from the stage. ❝ You sounded amazing! ❞

♡ ───── @freakarus from nell <3

[intcthatgoodnight]

CRIMSON PEAK STARTER PROMPTS // accepting

@orderfcrged: ❝ A house as old as this one becomes, in time, a living thing. ❞

“My mom used to say that a house was like a body; it had bones, and eyes, and a heart.” There’s a hint of something on the woman’s face as she speaks, not quite a smile but a fond remembrance of a simpler time. It quickly falls away, leaving her looking lost. “This house isn’t just alive, it’s … hungry.” She glances around the shadowed room as if fearing the walls themselves were listening … perhaps they were. In many ways Hill House was more alive than the inhabitants it kept trapped inside.

Nell suddenly turns her full attention to the woman she is speaking to, only seeming to now really notice her there. “You shouldn’t be here. It’s not safe.”

[krikeymate]

top 5 fictional characters. RANKED!

RANKED?! Why would you hurt me like this. Oh boy. Oh man. Ok. I was only joking but this was actually very hard.

Sam & Tara Carpenter. They're just one character to me, sorry about it.

Catra, She-Ra.

Marceline, Adventure Time

Clint Barton, Hawkeye.

Lexa, the 100.

[fearlessmuses]

👻 ───── this seemed ... wonderful and terrible at the same time. she didn't know what the proper response was but there was comfort in who she found here. "so what .... " she trailed off. oh she had so many questions, how could she not as she stared towards the woman she had missed for so long now. there was sadness in realizing she could only witness this because a tragic end, but ... still. "how long have you been here like this?" she trailed off again as she leaned forwards and fingers reached up to touch her lips. "what do we do? what are we suppose to do? is this .... hell?" or worse? or better? so many questions she didn't even know how to think straight, she supposed in death the fog of her mind was not going to improve only increase.

@aigonakru ♥ for a starter from eleanor 'nell' crain for olivia crain

[lumiinousbeingsold]

tag drop - horror

[noahelson]

Noah looked at her in confusion and admiration, wondering where -- or how -- she’d learned to be so patient. Usually, when he spewed self deprecating comments or negativity, others ignored him, or at worst, agreed with him. It often proved to make himself feel worse, but this was different. He found comfort in her maternal, calm, approach. Although he’d lost his sister Ella before his addiction had started, he could imagine her dealing with this situation the same. With the occasional ‘tough love’ comment thrown in there, to emphasise that she was serious.

“I think I can believe that,” Noah muttered, nodding along. He wasn’t the best at reading others, but he could see how genuine she was. It was in her eyes. “I guess so. Still fuckin’ gross though, right?” He avoided glancing down at his sick, although he’d seen it plenty of times before. Vampires weren’t supposed to vomit, or even feel nauseous, but here he was, blending in with his human peers in his own, degrading way. Although she’d dismissed it, and although he felt better now it was up, he couldn’t avoid the embarrassment.

“He’s uh --” Noah was fully aware that Casper wouldn’t judge him, but he couldn’t bring himself to face him. Not in this state. He was supposed to be doing better for Cas, and for Effy, as a sign of gratitude for taking him in. Him getting trashed and throwing up in public was hardly a testament to that. “I don’t want to let them down. — But yeah, that’s Caroline. She’s a friend too, from back home. She knows how I get, she’s been helping me deal with all - this. With gettin’ clean.”

Nell immediately shook her head, disagreeing with him, as she had done with Luke so many times before. Unlike the rest of her siblings, she was never disappointed when he relapsed. It broke her heart, of course, but she only wanted him to keep trying, and he’d only do that if he wanted to. Being mad at him, pushing him away, did nothing but make him feel more alone. She had to be there for him, stay solid. If nothing else, Nell would be a reason he wanted to try.

“I do want you to feel better. But I’m not lying to you.” She matched his smile. “There’s nothing you need to apologise to me for. I’m sorry you don’t feel good. And you know,” she shrugged, gesturing to the vomit, “that’s your body’s way of trying to make you feel better. So… there’s really nothing shameful about it. You, me, and your body are all just trying to help.” She left the rest unsaid, feeling hopeful that he knew himself that it wasn’t okay. It meant he’d likely try and avoid getting to this state again.

Nell didn’t want to delve into his personal business, but considering the vulnerable state he was in, it already felt incredibly personal. So, she decided to ask, the comment flagging concern for her. “Why can’t you see your friends?” Maybe they were like her siblings — they meant well, but weren’t actually supportive, not in the way that was truly needed. Thinking for a moment, Nell eventually nodded. She wished she had some water. “I think so, yes. She’s the one who helped set up our houses, right? I think I’ve met her once or twice. Is she a friend?”

[untilthcyrot]

Throughout the years, Nell had stuck by her story - that there were things in Hill House that nobody could explain but she knew she experienced. If the Bent Neck Lady who hovered over her while she slept wasn't the worst of it (which it was), then it was other things that never made clear sense. All of them experienced something, but they chose to deny it, and by doing that, they all inadvertently pushed her awake. Luke was the only one left who hadn't . . . but he'd also picked drugs over her.

She scratched the back of her neck anxiously, their conversation having been pleasant but taking a turn. It was better to rip the band-aid off. ❝ Luke, you . . . you believe me, right? All the stuff that happened to us when we were kids. You believe it happened, too, right? Things happened to you, too, right? ❞

♡ ───── @spxcequeens for luke <3

[intcthatgoodnight]

@hauntfcrged

The woman before her had said something but Nell had only caught pieces, like a faulty radio. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” Had Nell only imagined the words Hill House, or had the woman truly said them? She seemed vaguely familiar … had Nell seen her before? “Are you a colleague of Steves?” She wasn’t sure why that thought came to her. Maybe Nell had seen her at one of those book signings where people asked her brother about ghosts and he lied for money. Maybe she had been at the one Nell crashed a few days ago and that’s why she looked familiar. Nell shook her head as if trying to shake away the fog that weighed her down and left her confused.

[octaviabllake]

Octavia almost found herself wishing there had been a threat, having felt useless since she arrived in Alexandria. She’d been fighting one way another her whole life, and the absence of it was unsettling, although she was aware any normal person aimed for the reverse. “You’re right. Maybe you should catch up on your eight hours. But I’m fine, thanks.” It was automatic, at this point. Octavia didn’t presume that the rebels genuinely cared about her wellbeing, considering most of them still labelled her as a traitor.

Nell attempted a smile, as weary as it came across, appreciating the woman’s effort to meet her in the middle. Clearly she’d been in the wrong this time, and Nell had no qualms about that. “Either way, we’re safe. There’s nothing.” It was as if she was calming herself, nodding after she’d said the words, confirming it.

Nell certainly wasn’t expecting the follow up question, caught off guard. “Me? Am I.. okay?” Blinking for a moment, Nell nodded hesitantly. “I… think so, yeah. Relieved, really, that there… wasn’t something. Think I might need some more sleep.” A pause. “Are you?”

[roseguided-arch]

⭐

you know, all the usual muses from hotd/got !

rhaenyra + daenyra, visenya, daenerys, helaena, alicent. kisa of the free folk. i think alys could be fun too. elinda.

now, outside of hotd canon !

rhaenyra + wanda maximoff, other mother, edward frankenstein, pearl, verna, nell crain, jessica atreides (<3), chani kynes, irulan corrino, death, persephone, enzo st claire (<3) !

send ⭐ for me to give some muse pairings for plotting/interactions !

[restconfetti]

an independent & selective portrayal of eleanor “ nell ” crain of mike flanagan’s netflix series, the haunting of hill house. personal blogs do not interact. haunted by honey, she/they, twenty-one+. basic rules apply.

featuring themes of : being consumed whole by a monster, teetering of the edge of sanity, learning forgiveness is as warm as a tear on a cheek, realizing that dead does not mean gone.

[nightskied]

@tobeblamed fuck me up , honestly .

nell let out a shaky breath before dialing the number that had reached her through a friend of a friend of someone that had once heard something else from someone else, that maybe he could help her and her family . the car was cold even with the heating on , and her breath made soft white clouds that quickly faded . the phone rang until it came to a connection , and nell spoke warily . " --- hello ? is this john winchester's number ? "

[untilthcyrot]

The prospect of making friends was something she looked forward to after being here alone for so long. Although she knew she wasn't really alone when there were so many other unfortunate souls trapped in Hill House with her. Time had corrupted their sensibilities, though. Whereas Nell still felt her humanity attached to her and felt the love for the people she had left behind on the other side, the other spirits were no longer the same. The darkness that this house bred had warped their minds and caused them to be cruel. They were the same warped spirits that whispered hurtful suggestions in her mother's ear and caused her to b r e a k. They tried to break her, too, but she wouldn't let them. Olivia wouldn't let them, either.

Nell did feel so alone in this house, even if she did have the souls of her parents with her here. But they had each other, soulmates bound together for eternity. Nell only had her heartache and the treacherous feeling of DEFEAT, too. For years, she had tried to run away from the demons of Hill House, but they followed her wherever she went. They hung over her bedside as she slept and reminded her that it was only a matter of time before she found her way back home. The house had won. She massaged her hand over her neck and swore she heard the sound of her body swinging from the banister.

She smiled at Betelgeuse, even if they were both aware there wasn't much he could do about her situation. ❝ I'd like a friend, ❞ she said, regardless of that fact. ❝ It's more than I have right now. ❞ The darkness behind her, she could feel all of them. They were jealous beings that didn't want her to leave them, but she had to find a way. Maybe she could find a way for them, too.

it's a little like talking to a child, but not necessarily in a bad way. big bambi eyes and lucid, slightly-awkward movements, like she's not used to her body, still figuring out what to do with it. either she hasn't been a ghost for long, or she's been a ghost for so long that she couldn't remember how human her body was. neither here nor there. he always did like kids more than adults, anyways. she holds such reverence in her words, for him, and it's a different kind of ego boost. no one really hung on his words like this, cared for his presence quite like she seems to be. her smile is wonderstruck, sparkling bokeh like the lights outside of the dirty manor windows. ❝ it's comfortable, ❞ he assures her easily. ❝ you take a number, and you hang out with other spirits waiting to cross over, and it's always busy, so you might be there a while. but you make friends. you especially will make friends. ❞ with a little wave to her, he feels like he's really selling it. the waiting room, the bureaucracy, the paperwork, it's always been the most boring part, in his opinion. but maybe boring is better than nothing.

her face falls, the question of reality dragging them back down. back into this house, back to the shadows and the cobwebs, back to whatever is making her so sad. it actually takes bj a moment to response. ❝ can't say. ❞ though his casualty hasn't waned, he knows the honesty will be enough of a blow. ❝ this house, it's got its claws pretty deep in you. and the others. ❞ he nods towards the not-so-empty space behind her. no need to elaborate there. ❝ but hey - we can figure that out together. we're two smart little specters. ❞ he smiles, not so toothy or threatening but still a little out-of-place, leans forward on the banister. ❝ what do you say ? everyone needs a friend, even in the afterlife. ❞ they aren't worth much in the way of summonings or resurrections, but he'll take what he can get.

[lydiamartnn]

Lydia wasn’t exactly in the mood to unpack her trauma today, but considering she’d brought this conversation upon herself, she felt she owed it to the other girl to finish her explanation. She’d been told by the doctors that talking would aid her recovery, but thus far, she’d only told Allison. Even the people who’d been in captivity with her weren’t wise to her torture sessions. “Well, you sound like someone who’d believe the crazy girl, so…”

“It started when I was in the Capitol. I was… bitten. By an alpha.” Lydia closed her eyes as she pictured Peter Hale, the way his face had twisted in sick pleasure. He’d wanted revenge on Kate Argent for years, and attacking Lydia had been his closest option, considering Allison had escaped. Hurt Lydia, hurt Kate’s niece. Somehow, that logic was valid in Peter’s mind, and the Capitol's. “I um… I didn’t turn. I healed, at a normal rate. So I became their little phenomenon. You’re supposed to die or become a werewolf, and I did neither. After their... horrible experiments, that’s when I began to hear them.” It was becoming harder for Lydia to maintain a confident and unbothered demeanour, so she turned away. “It’s like static. Like I’m listening but not hearing. I don’t know to trigger it, or how to understand them. It literally makes me want to scream.”

Crossing her arms across her front, she faced Nell again, a heavy breath passing through her pouted lips. “I don’t know what it could be other than some rare form of post traumatic stress disorder. I’ve read so many case studies, and none of them align with mine. But it has to be something.”

“Maybe,” she shrugged, but her expression remained concerned, caring. She’d had every excuse under the sun thrown at her before, from Steve, from Theo, from Shirley. Crazy was the easiest conclusion. But it was rarely the right one. “But I think you’d know. Only you can really know. The rest of us just have to choose to believe.”

Nell’s eyes widened in fear, unable to reign in her immediate reaction to the explanation. Lydia’s words rightfully made her nervous. It wasn’t exactly what Nell experienced, but what if it was just a variation of that? What if she’d done this? Brought something with her to Alexandria, and cursed innocent people? What if her whole family had? Swallowing hard, Nell nodded, showing she believed her despite the fear. “When did this start? When did you first hear… them?”

[untilthcyrot]

❝ I guess I just hoped that of all the things he missed, my wedding wouldn't be one of them. ❞ Nell had found herself holding her breath the entire time, waiting for her twin brother to walk through the door to celebrate his sister on her big day. Even when she stood up there about to kiss her husband for the very first time, she just wished that she could have looked into the crowd of family and friends and seen him standing there, giving her his blessing. He wasn't though, and she didn't want to say it out loud just how much he had let her down.

She forced a small smile as she looked at her older sister. ❝ Look at me. Sad at my own wedding, ❞ she laughed sadly, reaching out for her glass of champagne. ❝ Stupid, huh? ❞

♡ ───── @multi-royalty liked ( for nell and theo ) !