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ind. low activity eleanor crain. rules & about

[selfhaunting]

independent, selective, mutuals only eleanor crain from the haunting of hill house.

a study in fading into the background, inherited trauma, aimlessness, depression, people-pleasing, complicated family dynamics, and desperately searching for independence.

rules / about

other blogs: @grizzwalds, @charityontop, @bladecursed

[soulprompts]

REASONS TO CUP A FACE. ( A PROMPT LIST. )

with the help of some very talented and amazing friends, i present to you an unexpected, very spontaneous meme list based on the beautiful art of cupping someone's face! there's a mix of romantic and platonic here, and even a few that defy the boundaries of normal relationship dynamics! i hope you enjoy! as always; DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST NOR CLAIM IT AS YOUR OWN!

[KISS]: sender cups the receivers face in their hands before drawing them closer for a kiss.

[CHECK]: after an unexpectedly violent situation, sender frantically rushes to check if the receiver is okay, cupping their face to look closer.

[CLEAN]: sender affectionately wipes a smudge of sauce from the corner of the receiver's mouth, cupping their face in the process.

[LIFT]: sender gently cups the receiver's face and lifts their chin so the receiver is looking up at them.

[COMFORT]: sender cups a distressed receiver's face in their hands and steadies them by resting their foreheads together.

[ATTENTION]: during an important conversation, the sender takes the receiver's face in their hands and firmly directs their focus on them.

[MAKE-UP]: while applying make-up on the receiver's face, the sender cups their face in order to keep them still.

[PRIDE]: after the receiver succeeds in a remarkable achievement, the sender cups their face and tilts their foreheads together to express how proud they are of them.

[WHISPER]: in order to have a private, hushed conversation with the receiver, the sender cups their face and draws them close to make sure they can be heard.

[HAIR]: in the process of pushing the receiver's hair back from their face, the sender lets their hand rest against the receiver's cheek a moment longer.

[GROUND]: during a moment of intense emotional stress, the sender gently takes the receiver's face in their hands to ground them until they're calmer again.

[WONDER]: unable to comprehend how incredible the receiver is, the sender decides to simply cup their face in their hands and marvel at them instead.

[LAST LOOK]: before going into a situation that may result in their death, the sender takes a moment to cup the unaware receiver's face in their hand, just to take a final look of admiration at them before they go.

[SACRIFICE]: the sender cups the receiver's face tenderly to distract them, right before shoving them out of the way (to safety) and facing an attack alone in order to buy the receiver enough time to escape.

[BELIEF]: in a moment where the receiver is lacking in self-confidence, the sender cups their face tenderly and professes their faith in the receiver's abilities.

[DISBELIEF]: after the receiver has done something completely unexpected (and reckless) the stunned sender cups their face in their hands while trying to get them to explain why the hell they did it.

[BETRAYAL]: trying to keep the receiver calm before the big reveal, the sender cups their face gently to keep them steady, and then reveals that they're the villain.

[WOUND]: after the receiver has been wounded, the sender tries to keep them calm and conscious by cupping their face in their hands and talking to them to keep them focused.

[INJURY]: after having been badly wounded themselves, the sender tries to reassure the frantic receiver by cupping their face and comforting them.

[RAMSAY]: after the receiver commits a culinary crime, the sender presses two slices of bread against either side of their face, cupping their face to hold the bread in place, and calls them an idiot sandwich.

[tomedesvampires]

  𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐡 !

a vampire multi muse. multi canon portrayal's of the vampires you know and love. dark themes ahead, continue if you dare . . .

[selfhaunting]

nell is a big ol' people pleaser

[emziess]

Victoria Pedretti as Nell Crain The Haunting of Hill House, The Bent-Neck Lady

[selfhaunting]

i loved you completely, and you loved me the same. that's all. the rest is confetti.

independent eleanor crain of netflix's the haunting of hill house. loved by amber. ©

[tomedesvampires]

bunny is sluggish as she pulls herself to the edge of the bed, a languid way about the way she puts both her feet under her and stands on the balls of her feet. it's blurry, but she inspects her toes from this height. spreads them a little before reaching under the bed for her slippers, tucking them against her chest. ' i don't want to fuck him, i just wanna see what he looks like under his clothes. '

it's a bad sign that she can't feel how cold the floor is anymore. she's hungry. a small pink blotch is left behind when bunny takes a step forward, peering into the hallway. a cascade of hair falls over her shoulder, pouring across her flat chest and hiding her slippers.

' i bet he's flat like a barbie. '

looking back, mostly just to make sure that nell is following, the girl steps out into the pale hallway; her eyes growing a paler shade of pink under the humming, flickering lights overhead.

' there's no bulge - he never has a bulge. that'r he tucks it into his waistband like a high school kid - '

[selfhaunting]

nell chuckles. "right. you just need to know what's there, for science."

eleanor follows her roommate down the hall, smiling while she listens to bunny go on about dr. carlisle's bulge—or lack of. she giggles again. bunny makes her feel like she's in high school again, gossiping about a hot teacher. if only... but at least the banter gives nell a small sense of normalcy.

"i did want to fuck him until you planted the smooth ken crotch image into my head. so, thanks for that." eleanor gently nudges bunny as they walk.

when they reach the door they need, nell opens it, holding it open for bunny.

"maybe he's packing and he just doesn't want to brag."

eleanor pulls her sweater around her shoulders. the night air feels better than the frigidness of the ward, but there's still a chill in the air.

she keeps her eyes on bunny, afraid to look too far into the distance lest she see the bent-neck woman who torments her seemingly at random.

[funeral]

Christina Marie Brown, Ghost I

[andtheylive-d]

@selfhaunting ❤️'d "i don't know how i feel about los angeles." it's different from modesto ... and it's not even comparable to woodsboro. no one knows anybody in this city, and it's easy to slip into the crowd. that, sam likes. nevertheless, she still finds herself consistently looking over her shoulder; every police siren churns sam's stomach, and their door bares three deadbolts to keep out anyone not welcome.

"finding a roommate is harder than i thought it'd be." strike that, finding one that she's willing to live with is the trouble. she's not letting just anyone sleep under the same roof as her and tara.

sam mindlessly pulls at a string on her sleeve. it'd be preferable if they could have a place to themselves, but with sam's paycheck that's entirely out of the question. just another way sam feels she's let her baby sister down.

[selfhaunting]

"It can be a lot at first..." Nell carefully appraises Sam's posture and expression. There's a coiled-up tension to her at all times, like a pressed spring. "You get used to it, after a while. And I promise... it isn't half as dangerous as everyone says it is. You just have to know which areas to avoid."

Sam's roommate search weighs heavily on Nell's mind and has for the past several days. She hates being in the apartment where she lost Arthur. Her therapist has been trying to get her to move out for so long, and Nell feels pulled towards Sam and her younger sister. Their relationship reminds her a bit of her relationship with Shirley.

Her heart beats faster. She fidgets with her fingers.

"Speaking of your roommate search... I've thought about moving out of my current place for a while now... LA rent isn't exactly cheap, and it's almost time to renew my lease..." She looks down at her fingers. "If you're still looking?"

[selfhaunting]

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄;

D&D/Fantasy/BG3.

Eleanor Vance is a half-elven woman who recently lost her ailing mother. She spent every free hour of every day taking care of her, and while the loss stings, she feels a sense of freedom from such a long and miserable illness now that her mother is finally in Selune's embrace. She has an overbearing sister and brother-in-law. They're claiming all of her mother's assets and insisting that Eleanor get her life started with a job and finding a partner.

Eleanor hasn't known a moment of peace for nearly a decade and desperately wants to be her own person and find herself. She feels drawn to a life of adventuring and hopes to find where she belongs. She needs independence like she needs air.

She gained knowledge about medicine and caring for the sick while helping her ailing mother. The path of a healer seemed like a no-brainer, but she wants to find an identity that's separate from that part of her life. During her search for meaning and purpose she sees a bulletin post by a man in Ravenloft seeking adventurers to help him with a possible haunting. She replies and sets off on her first adventure, woefully unprepared but eager for freedom.

Upon arriving to the manor, the house seems empty. Eleanor lets herself in, calling out for the manor's owner. However, she receives no reply. After wandering for a while, a sudden feeling of 'at home' settles over her. She never wants to leave. The house seems to have a hold on her somehow. In a moment of half-hypnosis, she makes her way into the grand ballroom and signs her name in a guestbook. The ink sinks into the paper and she snaps out of her stupor, desperate to leave the house but still feeling an intense sense of kinship towards it.

She heads towards the front doors when she hears a disembodied voice that sounds like her mother's. "Welcome home, Nellie."

She runs out of the house and to a tavern nearby to rest and collect herself. It's there she hears rumors of the house on the hill. Upon further searching, she learns of a powerful undead force residing within the house, waiting for unwitting adventurers to enter. She comes to learn that she, an unwitting adventurer, unknowingly made a pact with this undead spirit, becoming its warlock.

She comes face to face with the fact that her powers are not her own and she still belongs to someone else, body and soul. She leaves, searching for a way out of her pact and hopefully a way to defeat the wicked power that resides in the house on the hill.

[lucyspriv3cy]

Look away (2018)

[selfhaunting]

i need a verse where nell uses the trauma from hill house and channels it similarly to steve. instead of writing a book, she begins a paranormal investigation business. her services are cheap, but she is excellent at finding legitimate cases because of her sensitivity to the supernatural.

[selfhaunting]

i think if nell were a d&d character, she'd be a bard

[selfhaunting]

my sweet girl

[selfhaunting]

to-do:

create a 'verses' page

[selfhaunting]

nell crain will never not make me cry

[nessa007]

THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE (2018) Dir. Mike Flanagan