#compulsion

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Some select favourites from my project Building Mirrors//Setting Fires. Did you know I released the whole series as a downloadable PDF that is all nicely formatted with selected writing from the show and nice watermarks and stuff? You can get that here for free.

[manderley]

DEAN STOCKWELL Compulsion (1959)

[gene-forrester]

Made purely because this Letterboxd review for Compulsion made me giggle:

[pumpkinpiemotherfuckerr]

that tiny boi felt CALLED OUT

Criminal Minds | Season 1 Episode 02 | Compulsion

[dix0nspretty]

Tied in Knots

Summary: Being the only human on the task force is educational and entertaining- until you're compelled by the enemy to surrender information.

Task Force 141 x GN!Reader (implied??), Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x GN!Reader (implied), 1.3k words.

Era: MW2?

TW: Mind control, vampires (?), being tied up, compulsions, Price is a little... questionable when it comes to choices about his men lol. Don't mind control without consent if you're a vampire!

Trinket realizes he doesn't actually have to fully flesh out each and every prompt challenge, impossible.

Day 28 of my bastardized version of Russian Roulette Febuwhump/Kinktober for March that I'm affectionately calling Trinket's Cause of Death. It's basically 50/50 whump/kink where I generate a number corresponding to a prompt.

Day 28: Mind Control with Vamp!141 (whump)

For all intents and purposes, you’re the weak link in the 141. Not because of a lack of skills or experience or the like, nor because you’re younger than everybody else. It’s because you’re human.

You were assigned to work with the 141 task force both by Captain John Price and by the higher-ups within the SAS. It’s common knowledge that there’s something off about the boys within the force- eyes that look a bit too inhuman, canines a touch sharper than they should be. Reflexes quick enough to blur and a way in war that’s almost uncanny. Like a hunger buried just below the surface.

During your briefing to join the 141, you learned just what that was. Vampires. Not Twilight teen romance vampires, mind you, but the kind that’s just as likely to save an ally as to rip their throat out if they have a bad day. They needed a reminder of their humanity and that came in the package of little old you. Warm and human and so fragile.

Price looks at you as a tool- a way to realign his men with the good in the world, to jog their memories of what it was like to be so breakable. You don’t notice the way he looks at you at the end of a mission, the way he catalogues each and every injury on your body. Making sure you’re okay and not broken. Asset protection, he joked around his cigar when asked. “Can’t have the human go back in pieces, we might be next, love.”

Gaz seems uncertain about having you on the task force. He treats you well and is the one with the steadiest hands and most sated appetite when it comes to patching you up, but he looks at you as if thinking of a ghost, eyes lingering on bandages as if to make sure you don’t burn up and extinguish like a dying star.

Soap, to his credit, is utterly excited. Although his appetite is hard to keep in check sometimes, he adores having you around. He teaches you all the neat tips and tricks about vampires-compulsions, what it was like to be Ghost’s fledgling, things that can protect you and injure them. He’s trying to make you comfortable and feel at home simultaneously, always eager to soother over tensions.

Ghost is the scary one. How wouldn’t he be, huge and looming with those bloodred eyes and that skull mask staring you down without a word? You can feel the weight of his gaze on you every time you enter a room, thick and overbearing and begging for you to make a mistake that he can rectify by killing you. Even in your sleep, you can feel those eyes.

You don’t notice that he slips into the shadows of your room each and every night, eyes focused on ensuring you’re breathing. Making sure you stay tucked safe and sound into your bed, alive and warm and all too human. Or that he and Gaz take turns playing nightguard, memories of a long-lost loved one still haunting their minds. They won’t lose this one.

Nobody’s certain just how Graves and his Shadows got to you. You were never at Los Almas, spared from the situation entirely. There should’ve been no way for you to interact with the rival coven and the patch on your vest combined with the necklace around your throat marked you as coven 141 property and off-limits.

All the same, the room stinks of the American coven of vampires, the stench of a heavy compulsion laid by Graves rolling over you as you thrash and scream against the ropes keeping you tied down.

The look in your eyes is near-feral, hazed with the faint orange of Graves’s effect on you. The coven head himself somehow got around each and every protection laid on, in, and around you and mind-controlled you within an inch of your life. Your mission? Gather information, report back, and kill as many 141 men as possible.

You very nearly succeeded as well. Gaz is still patching up the hole in Soap’s chest from where you attempted to stake the Scot in his bed, still warm and sleepy from the night you’d spent together prior. He doesn’t have the heart to be upset with you, even as he curses and bitches at Gaz. No, Johnny is furious with whatever and whoever slipped up enough to put you in this situation in the first place.

When unable to obey a compulsion, the compulsed party goes insane, for lack of better phrasing. From the second that haze settles over you, the assigned task becomes your primary mission in life. It’s hard to complete a suicide mission when strapped to a chair.

Price works on freeing you of the compulsion while Ghost tracks down whatever information you may have already leaked to Shadow Company. It’s delicate work since without the ability to eliminate Graves, which would release you, John has to put you under a separate and stronger compulsion to undermine the first.

“Shhhh,” He tries to soothe your screaming, both hands holding onto your sweaty cheeks to keep you still while he works. “I know. I know, love, I know. It hurts, but you’re doing so well. So well, just listen, yeah?”

The pitch hits a new level as he lays your mind thicker and thicker with his own will overtop the Shadows’. Your body is rebelling, trembling and arching against the chair they tied you to.

Everything is screaming to kill, to obey Phillip’s order even while Price’s compulsion wraps around and tries to strangle it to nothingness. A gentle croon telling you to surrender your previous mission and sleep. Just sleep.

“Steamin’ Jesus,” Soap curses to Gaz, looking over with worry and a pale face. “The lungs on that bird are going tae explode my head.”

You’re slowly giving into John’s influence, the sweet smells of black tea and cigar smoke soothing and washing away the foreign influence over you. It’s easier to give into John, to surrender yourself to the ancient vampire you trust with your life. “Sorry. I’m s… I’m sorry…”

“Nobody’s mad at you, love,” Price promises as he brushes sweaty hair from your face. “We’re mad at ourselves for not protecting you. They should have never been able to compel you.”

John would never admit it- not to you, not in court, maybe not even to his own men, but he’d compelled you ages ago. Nothing sinister, of course, but he’d placed what was supposed to be a barrier of protection against non-141 vampires in your mind. The only ones who were supposed to get in were them.

However Graves got around it is worrying and disconcerting. It spells less than savoury things ahead, for you and for the covens as a whole.

Graves’s influence finally snaps with a pained scream for you, entire body tensing and arching against your bonds before immediately passing out. John was successful in easing you into rest.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Price has to steady himself on the arm of your chair for just a moment, nauseous and dizzy from the amount of effort this took. He wouldn’t say he’s out of practice in the art of mind control, but it is certainly no longer one of his main skills. Compulsion does not hold up in court, as it stands.

“Are they going to be okay, Cap?” Gaz looks away from where Soap is bandaged and resting against the wall. The Sergeants are trying to hide their concern, but it’s a useless endeavour. He can see the shine of worry even from here- one their faces and on Ghost’s as the Lieutenant steps back in, nodding that he did indeed stop the flow of information.

“They’ll be fine,” Price confirms as he straightens up, back popping from the awkward position. “The headache’ll be one to write home about, but Graves’s hold is broken. Let’s find out what the fuck he thought he was doing then, hm?”

[marril96]

Criminal Minds 1.02 | Compulsion

[thirdity]

The society of laboring and achievement is not a free society. It generates new constraints. Ultimately, the dialectic of master and slave does not yield a society where everyone is free and capable of leisure, too. Rather, it leads to a society of work in which the master himself has become a laboring slave. In this society of compulsion, everyone carries a work camp inside. This labor camp is defined by the fact that one is simultaneously prisoner and guard, victim and perpetrator. One exploits oneself. It means that exploitation is possible even without domination.

Byung-chul Han, The Burnout Society

[brookesophelias]

notes game... c:

every note = one day free from of skin picking

rules:

at max ten notes per person

max five tags per person

bonus: leave your fave tips/routines for clear and/or healthy skin

[yestergaze]

Dean Stockwell was born on March 5, 1936, and had an acting career that spanned seven decades. He began as a child actor and appeared in such notable films as Anchors Away (1945) Gentlemen's Agreement (1947) and The Boy with Green Hair (1948). As an adult, he appeared in such memorable films as Compulsion (1959), A Long Day's Journey into Night (1962) and Blue Velvet (1986). Today, he may be best remembered for his role as Admiral Calavicci in the TV series Quantum Leap (1989 t-1993). He died in 2021 at the age of 85.

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Compulsion

Artist: Christopher Moeller TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link

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1.02 | Compulsion

although i’m pretty neutral with this episode, it’s definitely not bad and i can’t not admit that it’s an amazing progression from episode one

. love morgans advice for reid

. jjs outfit ?!?!? her hair ?!? i’m dying

. jj and elle !!,!,!, (infront of reid felt very intentional)

. love them using reid like he’s google

. super love elles fit very gorgeous on her silhouette and it quite (!!) reminds me of prentiss’s outfits in season 2

. love old morgan so much. he changed so much as the seasons go on :(

. elle and reid 😭 .

. gideon and his relationship with fire .. i miss when the show and its characters had its quirks

. to add on my other point, morgan used to be so sophisticated. he definitely just became the muscle in future seasons

. i can’t tell if mggs acting is so good that he portrays being awkward so well— or if hes just awkward

. jj and her pencil skirts! a staple in her (media liaison era) wardrobe

. definitely loving early morgan and garcia interactions. i saw someone say she works better in smaller portions and i honestly agree

. elle and morgan — definitely a lovely duo. this episode’s definitely setting the duos up (just now stupidly realizing)

. show’s somehow very advanced when it comes to homosexuality. although they do use very negative wording with drug users - i suppose two steps forward and one step back is still a step

. reid and his huge forehead 🤤

. early season cm definitely has weird cinematography .. but it somehow adds to the charm

. unsubs apartment seriously freaky as HELL. ocd? more like omg

. the fashion in this show is incredible. i feel like they just told actors to come in with their usual clothes.

. hotch knowing gideon would try to reason with her. aughfhf ;’(

. HOTCH TRYING TO REASON WITH HER .. i love him so much

. gideon so bad ass!!!

. reid and gideon . 🩹

9/10 episode! very good second episode especially after the pilot. love how they set the characters and their relationships with eachother

[cmdeepdive]

[alcalavicci]

[ocdculture-is]

OCD Culture is...

[pt: OCD Culture is... ] Welcome! this is a [blank]-culture-is blog for OCD, AKA Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. There's one mod, and my name is Milo! I'm the host of a mixed-origins system, and use she/he/they prns. Although anti-endos are free to interact as long as they don't bring in syscourse. Anyway, with intros out of the way, lets get in to it. Rules for submitting: - All asks (aside from questions about the blog n the like) must start with "OCD culture is" or you can include another disorder if its relevant, ex. "ASPD + OCD culture is" - Nothing too NSFW, although if its vague/not in detail its fine. - We won't tolerate bigotry, talking about intrusive thoughts/compulsions/etc. are fine, but hating any minority isn't allowed. Along with that, no demonizing other neroudivergencies. Just because you have OCD doesn't mean you can be mean toward psychotics or those with personality disorders. - No radqueers or transID, or talking about them in a positive light. I kindly ask for proshippers to DNI, i dont think its immoral, but just for my comfort DNI, please! uhh i think thats about it? ill probally add to this as time goes on, but for now thats it! feel free to send in a many asks as your heart desires lol

[lailoken]

Hi there! I was wondering if you know and could share any simple spells for making someone call/message us back? Thank you!

Dress a small candle with some form of drawing oil and/or powder and light it, raising your power and aligning the forces you work with in ways pertinent to your craft.

When ready, take up a Bay Leaf and write upon one face of it the full name of your target, as well as the phone number (or social media handle) they use to communicate with you. Say thrice, "I call on you, [Name]!" Flip over the leaf, and on the other side of it, proceed to write your own full name and phone number (or social media handle) that they use to contact you. Say thrice, "I cover you, [Name]!"

Take up a second Bay Leaf and repeat this process exactly. Once this is done, spread a bit of molasses and ground calamus root on the sides of each leaf that bear your target's name. Press and stick these leaves together, sandwhiching the molasses and calamus between them, with your information facing out from either side. When these are satisfyingly stuck together, use the flame of the dressed candle to ignite and burn the Bay Laurel, Molasses, and Calamus (ideally within a flame-safe vessel.) As it burns, give a thirteenth and final call of, "Ashes to Ashes; Dust to Dust; and [Name] to me—and [Name] to me!"

Give a call of conclusion to disperse the powers gathered, and collect the burnt remnants of the leaves. Allow the candle to burn down and take the Ashes from the spell outside to be scattered on the wind—that it might help to carry your desire to the target of your spell.