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-- First STARTER CALL on the blog. Give this a like and I'll write up a small one-line starter to get this rolling. As always, I love letting things expand naturally! Multis, please specify muse!

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>> @popularmxnster entered the Red Room;

" You want a drink or something?"

꒷꒦꒷꒦ ∙ "Sorry. I don't drink much."

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-- To get things really chugging along, let's throw up a PLOTTING CALL! Tap the heart and I will appear in your DMs to talk and chat! Unless your muse is from the show, plotting is crucial as there are triggering aspects to his backstory and character. Multis, please specify muse.

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-- First STARTER CALL on the blog. Give this a like and I'll write up a small one-line starter to get this rolling. As always, I love letting things expand naturally! Multis, please specify muse!

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Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills holding darkness within. It had stood so for a hundred years... And might stand for a hundred more.

ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ LUKE CRAIN ᴏꜰ ɴᴇᴛꜰʟɪx'ꜱ ʜᴀᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ʜɪʟʟ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ   ꜱᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ, ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ᴅɪᴠᴇʀɢᴇɴᴛ, ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ-ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ      ᴇꜱᴛ. 3-16-2025

𝐻𝒶𝓊𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝒱𝒾𝒸𝓉𝑜𝓇𝒾𝒶 ©©

Within, walls stood upright, bricks met neatly... Floors were firm. Silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House. And whatever walked there, walked alone.

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꒷꒦꒷꒦ ∙ Luke was checked out for the end of the conversation, giving nods at the appropriate moments and 'uh huhs' thrown in where applicable. His mind was off elsewhere, thinking of nothing in particular, but feeling that prickling sense of impending doom in his chest. He was sober, and he meant it. He usually did, but it didn't turn out well and the fact he was instructed to turn his will to a higher power? When he did that, He came knocking. And that meant- The man's head jerked as a way to shake that thought out of his head, attention turning back to Nell who looked like she was going through it.

∙∙∙ "Of course," he said, gruffer than intended initially. But his gaze softened immediately. "Of course I believe you. You believe me, right?" he asked, a seed of doubt slowly being planted. Luke began to absentmindedly rub his arm, thoughts taking him over again- Because if she didn't believe him that meant no one did.

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

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;; Most Times a Ghost is a Wish

-- As a Haunting;

Luke was already predisposed to the supernatural being born a twin; Even more so with the gifts that were thrust on his family. Him and Nell always had a sort of psychic connection- Always feeling what the other felt, knowing what the other was going through no matter together or apart. Things came to a head when his family moved to the infamous H.ill H.ouse, meant to stay there for a summer to flip the estate and sell it- But that would never happen.

As a child he was scratched, chased, followed, tormented by the ghosts. And by the house he lived it as it fed on his family's fear and digested them for it's power. As he got older, the zombie in the basement and the older lady he encountered, the kids who would roam the halls at night and bang on the walls- They all vanished. Save for one; The F.loating M.an. Luke attracted his attention when he was 6 years old when he found W.illiam H.ill's old hat and took it for himself. It marked him, and he's been following Luke only a few steps behind him the rest of his life. Watching the house wear on his mom, culminating in the murder of Luke's friend Abigail and the attempted murder of himself and Nell, the subsequent years of terror from the F.loating M.an, Luke fell deeper into isolation and turned to drugs to make him disappear.

-- As Mental Illness;

Luke was the second youngest of his siblings, and as a result grew up sheltered. As a child he was a rather sensitive and imaginative kid who constantly wanted to be just like his older brother, Steven. When his family moved into H.ill H.ouse when he was six his parents jumped into flipping the estate to later sell. It felt like that's when things splintered- His father was focused on the house, and his mother's isolation and stress began to wear on her.

It started with his nightmares. Nell had nightmares of her own, too. Then his mother started acting strange- Sleep walking, delusions taking hold, hearing voices, seeing things. There was little solace from the isolation he felt, only really spending time with his twin sister and some fleeting moments with his friend, Abigail, who lived nearby. His mother's descent into further mental illness couldn't be ignored any longer Luke's father sent her to visit her sister to clear her head- But that wasn't the way of it. Luke, Nell, and Luke's friend Abigail were led up to an unused room in the state where O.livia C.rain poisoned Abigail and tried to poison the twins. Luke doesn't remember much after that, but his mother ended up committing suicide that night, losing her fight with her own mind. The family fractured after that, Luke and his siblings lived with his aunt and their father wasn't particularly involved in their life anymore. And, as he grew older, he grew apart from his siblings (Save for Nell)- Never staying particularly close in adulthood. And as a way to deal with the unresolved trauma, PTSD, and OCD that surfaced in his life as he grew Luke turned to drugs to deal. And as he lost the childhood and innocence his semblance of stability, relationships, and trust broke with it.

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Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills holding darkness within. It had stood so for a hundred years... And might stand for a hundred more.

ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ LUKE CRAIN ᴏꜰ ɴᴇᴛꜰʟɪx'ꜱ ʜᴀᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ʜɪʟʟ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ   ꜱᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ, ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ᴅɪᴠᴇʀɢᴇɴᴛ, ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ-ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ      ᴇꜱᴛ. 3-16-2025

𝐻𝒶𝓊𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝒱𝒾𝒸𝓉𝑜𝓇𝒾𝒶 ©©

Within, walls stood upright, bricks met neatly... Floors were firm. Silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House. And whatever walked there, walked alone.

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WRITING SAMPLE + Luke!

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*.:｡✧*｡-  Smoking was one of those vices that Luke just couldn't quit. Part was that cigarettes were just so hard to kick, and part of it was the fact it was distracting and mindless- Well, it was most of it. The addiction aspect was the obvious factor.

--- The man was wordlessly watching the ember burn down the cigarette down to the filter, head swimming a mile a minute. It was the first time he was able to be alone. Scratch that, he was alone a lot these days. 'It's a normal step of grief,' Theo assured the others. 'It's a normal step of grief,' he barked out to Shirley as she hovered about when he finally got out of the hospital. 'It's a normal step of grief,' he muttered to Steve who wanted to hang out with him again. But the truth of it was he felt like something had changed. Theo, who also was speaking cordially to him again, said that what he experienced would cause that to happen.

--- Maybe she was right, but that wasn't the only reason. And there wasn't any one who would hear him out and not blame the grief. Even after things they saw they didn't get it. Not like... "Luke.." the voice came behind him. Eyes widened as he could feel the hair standing on end on the back of his neck. He froze long enough that the butt fell onto the cement by his feet. And slowly, he turned his head to face- "Nellie?"

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"We disappear. It happens to me frequently." You disappear? "Yes and then come back. Moments of death I call them."

#ninetysecxonds is an Indie Headcanon based and Canon-Divergent fandomless Luke Crain originally of Netflix's The Haunting of Hill House, with inspo from the 1999 movie, and 1959 novel of the same name written by Victoria (she / her), 25+. #AAPI est. 3-16- 2025 15 years of experience, 10 on tumblr

Mutuals Only. Selective. Minors DNI Horror Elements and Implied Drug Use will be present.

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