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 nausi, she/they, twenty-nine. basic rules apply.
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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.
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i think i am going to move nell over to a clean blog. this one is a couple years old, and i want to make tags. a fresh start would not be the worst idea.
🧍♀️ i have been very in my head about my portrayal of nellie. so, i have been a smidge limited here, but she is heavy on the brain today. maybe some writing is to come!
✱ ˚｡⋆ ↪ MAKING DEMANDS ... [ REMASTERED ] ( a collection of various original dialogue prompts centered around posing requests / demands. adjust phrasing / gendered terms as necessary. )
memorize my coffee order, already!
quit fidgeting, you look suspicious.
stop comparing yourself, it's pointless.
give yourself a minute, [ name ]. you need rest.
don't move ... a single muscle.
can you teach me how to do that?
order room service – let's be lazy today.
pull out your ID, they card everyone here.
pack light, we'll be walking for awhile.
stop second guessing yourself.
don't say another word.
show me what you've been working on.
we're already late, can you hurry?!
we don't have time for this, [ name ].
just take the compliment, okay?
don't you dare just leave me here.
quit being so stubborn about this.
relax, i've got everything handled.
turn up the music! i love this song.
take my jacket, i'm not asking.
give me your hand, let's take a walk.
order whatever you want, it's my treat.
stop picking fights when you're tired.
meet me tonight ... our spot.
loosen up, quit being so serious all the time.
stay awake, you might have a concussion.
just let yourself be happy for once.
you have to stop sabotaging yourself.
tell me why you're really here.
drop your [ weapon / gun / knife ]!
quit trying to change the subject.
just breathe with me for a minute. in, out.
follow me and stay close.
just be yourself, [ name ]. that's all i want.
call me when you get home safe.
don't beg, it's pathetic.
stop trying to fix everyone else's problems.
can you [ tie / zip ] this for me?
stop lying to me. tell me what you did.
put that down, you don't know what it is.
tell me what you're thinking right now.
stay quiet until i figure this out.
tell me something i don't know about you.
come dance with me.
get out of my sight.
wear the [ item ] i bought you tonight.
take my arm, those heels look dangerous.
let me drive – you can enjoy the scenery.
can you stop hovering?
wait ...! hold still, i want to take a picture.
keep your hands where i can see them.
stop pretending you know what's going on.
find a first-aid kit. quickly!
you can't tell anyone what you saw.
take a nap, i'll wake you for dinner.
keep your voice down, they'll hear us.
don't you dare lie to me.
take the scenic route, we're not in a rush.
tell me a story from when you were little.
answer your phone when i call you.
give me your jacket, i'm freezing.
don't get yourself killed.
tell me what you see when you look at yourself.
tell me what you see when you look at me.
stop being so modest about your achievements!
leave them to me, just go.
just admit that you love me.
just admit that you hate me.
come here, let me look at you.
don't listen to them, they don't know what they're talking about.
[ name ], don't make me do this.
drop your [ weapon ].
stay here and wait for my signal.
don't just sit there, move.
take this and run, don't let anyone have it.
pretend you're my [ partner / gf / bf ].
don't look , you'll give us away.
stay with me, don't drift off.
stop pretending like you care.
go make sure the coast is clear.
take this with you. it's a good luck charm.
don't tell anyone about this.
if anybody asks about today, lie.
stop looking at me like that.
tell me you love me.
just kiss me, already.
talk to me in [ language ].
keep your eyes on the road.
stop crying and calm down.
give me one chance to explain.
come with me. there's so much we could do.
wear the [ dress / tie / item ] i gave you tonight.
show me how you like to be touched.
hold my hand.
kiss me, make it look real.
look at me. how many fingers am i holding up?
[ name ] ... will you marry me?
just slow down for a minute. what's going on?
take a deep breath, you need to calm down.
get out of here, [ name ]!
draw your weapon.
go rest. i'm not asking.
take a step back.
keep your promise for once.
quit assuming you know what i'm thinking.
give me a straight answer.
be polite to our guests.
look me in the eye and say that again.
put your feelings aside for a moment.
keep close to me.
here, let me see that.
look up at the sky.
run ... run and don't stop!
get out of here, i don't want to see you right now.
there's an edge to her voice that cuts clean through skin and sinew, the thickened sound of tears wrapping around his sternum like a frozen vice, steel jaws threatening to splinter bone. ❪ and maybe he's just learned to always assume something terrible, a lifetime raised on nothing but worst case scenarios ❫. pessimism become an instinct when everything good inevitably turned to ash, when any sense of joy only served as a precursor to a anguish. heartbeat starting to collide against ribs, panic a rising tide.
but he forces himself to breathe, sucks air between pursed lips. in and out, in and out. ❪ hears his therapist's voice shape around words like catastrophising and fortune telling, reminding him that fears are not the same as facts ❫. tries to focus the racing in his head, silencing thoughts before they can spiral further. crossing the distance from kitchen to bathroom, the steps counted off in his head. hand bracing against the doorframe when he reaches destination, focus immediately drawn to where saline stains her cheeks, stomach churning anew. “ hey, what's up? you okay? ”
✽՚༹ ˙⌁ the panic on his features was clear as day. she knew his mind was likely to be racing, conjuring every terrible outcome it could. instead of speaking, she goes to him, hands gently framing his face as their gazes meet. ❝ i am sorry to have startled you, ❞ she says softly, leaving a kiss upon his cheek. it was something she could understand. honestly, with how she had sounded, it made sense for him to worry. ❝ i have something to show you, ❞ her nerves stirring. a part of her worried. what if this was not something he hoped for? what if he did not want this with her? despite her fears, she backs into the restroom, hands taking his to ease him forward. ❝ pl-please, take your time to take it in. i do not expect an immediate reply, ❞ she is fast to explain. this would be a lot for anyone to take in. gesturing to the counter, she allows him to see the test for himself. ❝ carmy, i am pregnant . . . ❞
