[compunctions]

the worst was this: my love was my decay. a selective writing blog for james farrow from if we were villains. written by taylor, 28, she/they. affiliated with: eklipsoi.

                                carrd, memes, boards, multi, eli.

[aspotlight]

their agency arranged for them to show up together. ⠀ it’s an inspired move, ⠀ having their two biggest up-and-coming stars mingling beside one another at a party that could, ⠀ theoretically, ⠀ set up their professional careers for the rest of the year. ⠀ she spots him standing across the street from the hotel, ⠀ his punctuality admirable. ⠀ [though, ⠀ she feels like this is the kind of event where it’s acceptable to be fashionably late.] ⠀ grabbing her purse, ⠀ she thanks the cab driver as she steps out of the car.

she looks up at his jacket before meeting his gaze, ⠀ “ ⠀ looks like chivalry isn’t dead, ⠀ after all ⠀ ! ⠀ ” ⠀ she jokes, ⠀ the corners of her lips curling up into a smile. ⠀ still, ⠀ she appreciates the respite from the rain ⠀ — ⠀ a considerable amount of pictures and publicity were expected at events like this ⠀ : ⠀ a feature in Variety or New York Magazine. ⠀ they both know that they need to look their best.

“ ⠀ while i don’t mind the attention ⠀ — ⠀ i’ll take you up on your offer. ⠀ ” ⠀ ( ⠀ seems like he could use her company tonight, ⠀ she thinks. ⠀ ) ⠀ she takes his arm, ⠀ putting on a bright smile. ⠀ “ ⠀ we can be a package deal. ⠀ i heard there was a producer looking at putting on a broadway revival of much ado. ⠀ d’you think they’re looking for a ⠀hero and claudio? ⠀ ”

[compunctions]

he couldn't help it— james's mouth kicked up into a wry little smile in spite of his former mood, her joke (though expected) and her very palpable relief relaxing him at once. this thing wouldn't be so bad or tedious after all. he hated being ordered about, told what to do, hated obligations when they were typed in bold print and stuck right under his nose, but his pride was flexible, and mary jane was sweet. he was faintly reminded of wren... the wren that existed before the rot of her cousin, that was. warm and delightful with a grin deeply infectious. not to say he was projecting nostalgia on her at all— they were two different people, his old friend and the new, but the similarities helped him lean into this partnership, it helped him smile a little wider and more sincerely.

❛ that's right. it's alive and well. bars are historically low.  ❜ basic kindness didn't need to be applauded, but they were simply teasing; james knew it, kept the energy flowing and sighed out as they stepped through. variety would lap the very picture of them up. he saw heads lift in poorly masked interest, saw faces canting down and mouths whispering. it never took very much. for better or worse, whispers followed james farrow, and she was popular in her own right, a star. he was hoping some of her rays would seep into him; it was painful to be so miserable and he missed when smiling came more frequently. maybe he could leach some of her levity, subtle portions she wouldn't miss.

they continued to chat, casual and easy. she said they could be a package deal, and he agreed, looking at her sidelong as a server passed with deviled eggs. an odd thing to serve at an event like this, but james digressed. he politely rejected the offer of an egg and said: ❛ wait—aren't we already?  ❜ they'd come to a halt now. who had stopped them? mary jane or james? he thought he might've. they stood not quite in the center of the room but to the left, still in a good light for others. ❛ a package deal, that is.  ❜

feet moving, they began to walk again. yes, he was sure his own preoccupation had stopped them. he spotted a small beverage table that hardly obstructed the room and steered them in that direction, though he was more than open to her suggestions. ❛ all we're missing is a few auditions. i say we find that producer and put in our best.  ❜ unless they found them first. eyes watched as they stopped in front of the table. james looked at what they had. a tub of ice, a bottle of something shimmery, bottles of overpriced but free of charge water with a company logo on it. marketing at its finest. he reached for a water, offered it to her, then grabbed one for himself, arms still hooked. ❛ but first, meager refreshment. drink up.  ❜

[yharnum]

[04.] pulling them away from a party after hours of relentless teasing. (jamesoliver - could work for fantasy verses too)

𖤝 stages of intimacy ! [accepting].

the drink had settled warmly in him, eradicating the fright of nerves and headache of clanging swords; the grove was safe, what more could they ask for? as the drow’s ambitions were frantically repelled, they had all returned home to the wider camp, trudging for each step of the way. at the gates, they were greeted as heroes, bedraggled and worn down but no less glad for it. with their business resolved, and the the druids tempered by halsin’s return, oliver found himself finally at rest. there were to be celebrations, halsin declared, and the whole host of his company would meet them at their camp. it had been lit to spectacular wonder, & the bard, propelled by a few smiling tieflings who had taken a liking to him, had egged his shied nerves to a small stage. merrily, he had played them a song of summer on his flute.

a cadence of his song and play had eventually drawn the attention of james, who watched him with a face he couldn’t quite pin down. was it melancholy or envy, or something close to ache? he had smiled at him from across the campfire, & once the business of his entertainment was complete, he was swept away to the side by his companion. flush faced, he muttered how the drink had fed him an unnatural bit of confidence to pull such a thing off.

and perhaps it had also given him the courage to stare. first, at james’ mouth, to indulge in how kindly he spoke to him or how they pursed together in thought— or perhaps flirtation?

and his hands too, were guilty of this profound desire. ever so lightly, the pads of oliver’s fingers would rub the elf’s hip bone out of pleasure. only as the influence of drink faded did he become acutely aware of the consequences of his all his dozen little actions. [how very mild his teasing had been! mild, or so he thought it; this was not quite the case in the eyes of the lover now encroaching towards him quickly, until he was blissfully cornered.] the bard was grinning flushed & boyishly, stammering with a fool’s excited nervousness. ❛  w-what? seduce you? you can’t be... i couldn’t seduce a thread through a needle, jamie, i swear it. but you, on the other hand—  ❜

[compunctions]

james stared at oliver, grey eyes seeming to darken as he pressed ever closer; the bard would find himself nudged back, trapped between tree and shorter companion, james's hands hovering for a while before his right palm splayed flat over oliver's heart. the thumping he felt was comforting, a steady sign of life. and when the beating increased, picking up fervor, he smiled, mouth twitching helplessly, feeling a rush of delight and undeniable power. it always excited him, to see his influence over oliver. his own insides were always twisted up by want when it came to the other, he felt always at risk of keeling over in utter love. it warmed him right up, to see his feelings reflected. even scant displays of it. there was nothing he wouldn't lap up.

but @yharnum was oblivious. he only seemed to act true to his heart when his thoughts were slowed; the drinks they shared made their blood hazy, made everything warm, confidence surging. james wasn't a fool; but nor would he indulge his doubt. all night, his nerves had been alight, every brush of their fingers, every heavy-lidded look and smile and grasp building his hopes heavens' high.

❛ couldn't you? —... what have you been doing all night, oliver? ❜ hand flexing against oliver's chest, he seemed to edge closer, his chin turned up ever so slightly. above, the moon and stars. the lights shone reflected on the grass. some chatter still echoed about them, celebrations that hadn't yet died out. james swallowed, throat bobbing. ❛ all your touches, your looks. the lovely song. the smiles. what was that if not seduction? you are beautiful, i only wish you saw it. ❜ not a break in his intensity, but a warming of it. james smoothed his hand down oliver's chest, flattening imagery wrinkles. to hell with the fire and the drink and the smiles. all james saw was him.

[shesnake]

Hamnet (2025) dir. Chloé Zhao

[leneemusing]

BLOOD RELATED PROMPTS

requested by my bestie 

WORDS: 

“  is that your blood?  ”

“  woah—  hold up you’re bleeding.  ”

“  your bandages— you’re bleeding through them.  ”

“  shit,  i think i pulled my stitches.  ”

“  i’ll make them bleed for this.  ”

“  a little blood never never hurt anyone.  ”

“  why the fuck is there blood on the carpet?  ”

“  your nose is bleeding.  ”

“  you can make me bleed all you want,  i’ll never scream for you.  ”

“  you don’t understand,  i had to do it.  i had to kill them.  ”

“  stop fussing— this isn’t my blood.  ”

“  i did what was necessary.  ”

“  why are you bleeding?  what happened?  ”

“  who hurt you?  why is there blood all over you?  ”

“  i think you’ll look quite pretty when you bleed.  ”

“  who did you kill?  whose blood is that?  ”

“  i’m not usually a sadistic sort of person,  but i will take pleasure in spilling your blood.  ”

“  i don’t actually enjoy killing.  it’s messy.  the blood gets everywhere.  it’s just necessary sometimes.  ”

“  it looked kind of beautiful in a fucked up sort of way.  blood on snow.  the kind of thing you usually only see in stories.  ” 

“  i can’t get it off—  i can still feel it on me!  ”

“  just calm down.  breathe.  i’ll take care of this.  ”

“  hold still— you’ve got blood on your face.  ”

“  why is there blood on your knife?  ”

“  oh,  it’s just a little bit of blood.  don’t nutsack out.  ”

“  i’m going to drain every ounce of your blood.  nice and slow.  like you deserve.  ”  

“  i’ll kill anyone who ever makes you bleed again.  ”

“  your/their blood is just too pretty to keep inside.  ”

“  there’s something fascinating about blood.  it’s captivating. ”

“  blood of the covenant is thicker than water of the womb.  ”

“  you made me bleed on my shirt—  i fucking loved this shirt!  ”

“  leave me alone,  it’s shark week and i got blood on my sheets.  ”

“  should i be concerned about why there’s blood in the sink?  ”

“  do i ask questions or do i just help you clean up all this blood?  ”

ACTIONS: 

[ ALONE ]  for sender to show up on receiver’s doorstep covered in blood. 

[ ARRIVE ] for receiver to show up on sender’s doorstep covered in blood. 

[ CLEANSE ] for sender to find receiver trying to clean blood off themselves. 

[ DISCOVER ] for receiver to find sender trying to clean blood off themselves. 

[ AID ] for sender to help receiver clean blood off themselves. 

[ ERASE ] for receiver to help sender clean blood off themselves. 

[ ESCAPE ] for sender to find receiver after they’ve killed someone. 

[ SEEN ] for receiver to find sender after they’ve killed someone. 

[ HELP ] for sender to clean up the aftermath of receiver’s crime. 

[ ACCEPT ] for receiver to clean up the aftermath of sender’s crime. 

[ FOUND ] for sender to discover receiver covered in blood. 

[ EXPOSE ] for receiver to discover sender covered in blood. 

[ ATTACK ] for sender to stab or shoot receiver. 

[ WOUNDED ] for receiver to stab or shoot sender. 

[ BROKE ] for sender to punch receiver hard enough their nose bleeds. 

[ INJURE ] for receiver to punch sender hard enough their nose bleeds. 

[ WITNESS ] for sender to see receiver get hurt enough to bleed.  

[ WATCH ] for receiver to see sender get hurt enough to bleed. 

[ RETALIATE ] for sender to make receiver’s attacker bleed. 

[ DEFEND ] for receiver to make sender’s attacker bleed. 

[ SURVIVE ] for sender to realize receiver is bleeding after getting through a fight. 

[ FABRIC ] for receiver to realize sender is bleeding after getting through a fight. 

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ THE 𝐒TAGES OF 𝐈NTIMACY.   a collection of various action prompts centered around the varying stages of intimacy.  feel free to adjust as desired. heavily mature content, dni with this post if you are under 18, & DO NOT use these prompts for non-con scenarios.  )

SETTINGS.

[01.] finding privacy in a cramped dressing room.

[02.] cramming into the backseat of a car together.

[03.] slipping into the lonesome alleyway behind the bar for "time alone".

[04.] pulling them away from a party after hours of relentless teasing.

[05.] getting handsy under the table at a fancy dining establishment.

[06.] taking the long way home and pulling over on a dark stretch of road.

[07.] staying behind at the venue after everyone else has left.

[08.] the hotel room door barely clicks shut before hands are on them.

[09.] a tent in the middle of nowhere where no one can hear anything.

NEW TERRITORY.

[10.] finding yourself staring at their mouth and getting caught.

[11.] pulling back from a kiss to look at them, then immediately going back in.

[12.] memorizing the shape of them for the first time with your palms.

[13.] that exploratory first kiss, reserved and shy.

[14.] a gentle first kiss that morphs into intense want.

[15.] feeling the shape of their body through their clothes.

[16.] asking for permission to remove one of their garments.

[17.] finally succumbing to the thick tension & colliding feverishly.

[18.] fumbling with buttons or zippers because your hands won't stop shaking.

[19.] admitting out loud that you've been thinking about this for a while.

HEATING UP.

[20.] pulling them into your lap in the midst of a heated kiss.

[21.] discovering that they're wearing [ GEAR / LINGERIE ] under their clothes.

[22.] kissing away from their lips, down the length of their neck.

[23.] desperately grinding on them through layers of clothing.

[24.] dirty talking directly into their ear to turn them on even further.

[25.] pushing them onto a piece of furniture before straddling them.

[26.] lifting them onto the countertop while making out.

[27.] tugging their hair to expose more of their throat to your mouth.

[28.] the wrecked way they say your name for the first time.

[29.] fabric tearing because neither of you has the patience for buttons.

[30.] removing an obstacle of clothing with your teeth.

UNRAVELING.

[31.] biting down on their shoulder to muffle how good it feels.

[32.] the sound they make when you find the spot that undoes them.

[33.] begging without any trace of pride left and meaning every word.

[34.] their composure cracking for the first time, they finally stop holding back.

[35.] repeating "don't stop" like it's the only language left in their mouth.

[36.] leaving possessive marks in places only they'll see.

[37.] whispering "look at me" right before you take them apart.

[38.] trying to be quiet and failing, so they clamp a hand over your mouth.

[39.] flipping positions so fast neither of you remembers who initiated it.

[40.] their nails dragging down your back hard enough to sting later.

[41.] being told to open your mouth and doing it before the sentence is finished.

[42.] having your hands pinned above your head.

[43.] the desperate scramble to get closer when there is no closer to get.

COMING DOWN.

[44.] fingers lazily tracing the marks they just left on your skin.

[45.] pulling the blanket over both of you without being asked.

[46.] that silent, dazed smile when they catch your eye across the pillow.

[47.] the shaky laugh when neither of you can remember where your shirt is.

[48.] going to get water and bringing a glass back for them without asking.

[49.] lying chest to chest, feeling their heartbeat slow back down against yours.

[50.] the quiet "hey" that means something completely different now.

[51.] "come here" said softly — not urgently. just wanting them close again.

[52.] the reluctant moment of untangling.

[1liv]

HERO FIENNES TIFFIN as SHERLOCK HOLMES in YOUNG SHERLOCK 1.01

[compunctions]

more antagonistic relationships. maybe built on miscommunication or gossip or something similar. it doesn’t have to stay tense, but it could……

[aloyhh]

forced to say “it’s ok” instead of throwing a chair at them

[compunctions]

still absolutely terrified they'll cast someone chopped as james... he has to be so beautiful it hurts and makes you a little shy to keep eye contact. his face card needs to justify both nationwide and country club pretty privilege. he needs to make me rub my temples

[gloomglimmer]

›       TENSION   LINER   PROMPTS     

"I   dare   you   to   try."

"Do   you   always   get   close?"

"You’re   pushing   my   limits."

"Stop   looking   at   me   like   that."

"I’m   losing   control   here."

"You   have   no   idea,   do   you?"

"I   can’t   resist   you   anymore."

"Stay   back,   or   don’t."

"I   know   what   you   want."

"This   is   getting   dangerous   now."

"You’re   too   tempting   for   me."

"I   shouldn’t   want   this,   but…"

"I   don’t   play   fair,   remember?"

"Careful,   you’re   testing   me."

"You’re   just   making   it   worse."

"You’re   too   close   for   comfort."

"Do   you   always   push   buttons?"

"Stop   before   I   kiss   you."

"You’re   making   it   too   hard."

"I   can’t   stop   thinking   about   you."

"I   want   you   too   much."

"You   know   exactly   what   you’re   doing."

"I’m   not   playing   games   here."

"You’ve   crossed   the   line   now."

"Keep   pushing,   and   you’ll   regret   it."

"This   is   dangerous,   isn’t   it?"

"I’m   trying   not   to   care."

"Don’t   make   me   regret   this."

"You’re   playing   with   fire."

"You   don’t   know   what’s   coming."

"I   shouldn’t   be   this   close."

"We’re   getting   dangerously   close   now."

"I   can   feel   the   heat."

"Don’t   test   me   right   now."

"I   want   you   too   badly."

"Don’t   make   me   chase   you."

"You’re   distracting   me,   you   know."

"I   won’t   fall   for   this."

"I   want   you,   but…"

"What   do   you   want   from   me?"

"I’ll   never   give   in."

"I’m   trying   not   to   care."

"You’re   playing   with   my   patience."

"Don’t   make   this   harder,   please."

"I   can’t   stop   this   feeling."

"I’m   already   in   too   deep."

"You   won’t   walk   away   unscathed."

"You’re   walking   a   fine   line."

"I’m   trying   to   stay   calm."

"What   are   you   doing   to   me?"

[animationtvfilm]

Hero Fiennes-Tiffin as Sherlock Holmes & Dónal Finn as James Moriarty

YOUNG SHERLOCK (2026) S01E01

[fagalnewbie]

i love characters who smoke but i wish people would actually show the side effects of smoking affecting them. like depending on how much they smoke they should just go into a comically long coughing fit mid-sentence

[compunctions]

look at my shawty

[wovi]

[compunctions]

i wasn't dishonest in the traditional sense.

❛ i understand, ❜ james said, voice a near whisper, and he meant it, words honest in the cool night— they sat on a soothing patch of grass, legs crossed. the stars twinkled above their heads. his mouth was full of red berries, or remnants of it, the rich wine and the fruit sweetening his breath, making him sleepy, warm and melting. logic told him to rest, and yet here he was, talking well into the night as the others dozed. @nightorne, too, was fighting sleep, or else it eluded her. he found himself concerned, wanted her to be alright, energized for the morning, but was selfishly, undoubtedly happy for the company. the dog at her feet twitched for a moment, deep in blissful dreams, curled close to her, clinging. an oddly tender sight in such a dismal setting. perhaps not all good things were lost.

their eyes met and held, both of them confident souls, and he carried on, having paused for contemplation for only a few seconds. ❛ secrets and half-truths are power. protection. when control is lost and everything remains uncertain, they are all we have. conceal what you must. if you say you are with me, ultimately, i believe you. i trust your intentions. do you trust mine in turn? ❜ grey eyes raked her face, then, searching, knowing that in spite of her expressive gaze she held secret multitudes. far more within, probably, than on the surface, so much he did not yet understand. he wouldn't be insulted if she were weary; faith could not be spread everywhere. ❛ no... let me rephrase that question. do you want to? ❜

@nightorne.

[notmorbid]

lost lambs.

dialogue prompts from lost lambs by madeline cash.

i just made all that up to get a rise out of you.

my virtue is post-theocratic.

i don't like talk radio. it feels like eavesdropping.

any pleasure is a guilty one.

children never fail to leave a residue. they're like little snails.

regardless of your gender, you should know how to boil some water.

i don't ask questions, and i'm well-compensated for it.

can we just sit here a minute?

where are you going, all dressed up?

it's always the quiet ones, isn't it?

it's unbecoming to snitch.

some of your mail was delivered to me by mistake.

cleanliness is a luxury.

people like them don't understand people like us.

you're an artist. i could tell right away.

you're not living. you're just enduring.

you eat like a hunter-gatherer.

i feel like we were only young for a summer.

very few things are impossible.

you're too clever for your own good.

you aren't being challenged enough.

education is a system of imposed ignorance.

it's ironic that the punishment for not going to school is... not going to school.

i feel like you're failing to grasp the gravity of this situation.

let me ask you this: do you want to be right, or do you want to be happy?

being right brings me happiness.

sadness can add a depth to beauty.

what do you think's going on in there?

the whole place is soundproof.

so, tell me something about yourself.

i doubt you're ever unserious.

scarcity fosters desire.

how'd you sneak in here?

i don't like seeing you this way.

do you want me to make you something to eat?

i don't think i have a talent.

how long have you been standing there?

silences don't make me uncomfortable.

weird. i usually skip anger and go straight to depression.

who has the money for frivolities like mental health?

we're older, but no wiser.

you can be so cruel.

it's the twenty-first century. there are no good cops.

i'm allowed to have a little fun, too, you know.

i don't care for awkward pauses.

do you sleep at all?

you don't seem to suffer from inhibition.

think of something that brings you joy. one thing.

do you ever get lonely?

i never fully know what you're talking about.

'beautiful' seems too small to contain you.

perspective isn't just what you see: it's what you plan to do about it.

who are the bad guys?

you don't even know my middle name.

i'm not a rule-breaker.

no one can 'make' you feel anything.

something bad happens to everyone, eventually.

nothing bad is going to happen to you.

i got too close to the truth. for that, i must suffer.

i guess i didn't know as much as i thought.

something's up with you.

you seem happier.

are you wearing my _____?

news travels fast, around here.

mystery is a hop and a skip from misery.

what's with the flowers?

you're sounding like a conspiracy theorist.

it's a lot, all at once.

i really thought you were different.

this town's going to heck in a hand basket.

you've always cared, in your own way.

nothing good happens after midnight.

would you mind repeating what you just said?

i am the arbiter of my own misery.

who are you? do you even know?

you're being quiet and weird.

i want more from life than this town.

things will never look the way you think they're going to look.

you get used to it. the cameras.

i like a man who doesn't mince words.

do you often disobey instructions?

sometimes, the pot needs stirring. how else are you going to make something?

control what people do, and you're a king. control what people think, and you're a god.

let me get some frozen peas for your hand.

i don't care if you're sorry.

i don't worry about your business, you don't worry about mine.

this is a public street. i have a right to be here.

you will have to live with yourself and the company you keep.

what do you know about who you're protecting?

taking pride in one's work is a lost art.

i wasn't dishonest in the traditional sense.

i'm no stranger to online hostility.

it's like the land has its own memory.

we all make mistakes. saints and sinners alike.

i like you. i think we could work well together.

i think we should have a threesome.

i didn't want to hurt anyone.

i don't really know what to do in this situation.

you would be good at tell-based card games.

i don't like to see anything go to waste.

don't worry about rumors. none of it's true.

i've started to question the very nature of truth.

to say there is no absolute truth is self-refuting.

human beings are confined to their perspectives.

everything is true, from a particular perspective.

some people don't quite fit anywhere.

you gonna be okay?

do you want to be a pussy, or do you want to be a hero?

who's in charge around here?

you're all business and no banter.

are you familiar with the popular adage, 'ignorance is bliss'?

i imagine this is a lot to take in all at once.

i know i was right, but thank you for saying so.

smell the roses and then blow out the candles. that's how you should breathe.

there's biblical precedent for covering your own ass.

you're like a truffle pig for trouble, aren't you?

come on. let's go to the mall and buy something stupid and expensive.