#talamasca olive

[totomiumiu]

I thought she looked familiar when I saw the post and I realised she was in The Force Awakens lolol

Can't wait to see what comes from Olive! the "beguiling and ambitious agent" portion kind of reminds me of Jesse ngl... my first thought just seeing their headshot and not reading the name was "JESSE!" I just keep getting more and more excited for The Talamasca 😭

[talamasca-amc]

Maisie Richardson-Sellers will play Olive in Talamasca!

Olive is described as, “a beguiling and ambitious agent of the Talamasca, assigned to be Guy Anatole’s (Denton) American handler. She is deft with information and a master of disguises in the old tradition of spy craft.”

finally some diversity

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[some-vagrant-child]

The other ghosts hung back. And one of them, a very personable young male, rather husky, with dark olive skin and curling black hair, appeared to have been weeping. I couldn’t help notice that Armand was almost directly behind him and rather close to him. But there was no time for me to be noticing all these things, or puzzling over them.

Armand went with them, his arm around the dark-haired ghost, the ghost who had been weeping, and the door was closed.

And that male ghost who’d come to Trinity Gate, bringing tears from Armand, the one called Riccardo?

Riccardo's (Armand's childhood friend's) ghost with the Talamasca, appearing in Prince Lestat and Prince Lestat and the Realms of Atlantis by Anne Rice

[theresthespark]

2x06 rewatch notes

- Rashid is totally talamasca affiliated

- Louis and Armand’s argument was very 2x05 coded

- the play Sam wrote feels oddly like the dynamic between Claudia and Lestat in season 1

- the vampires reading Claudia’s diary in secret during rehearsal…

- it’s so hard for me not to sympathize with Armand never underestimate the power of being cute and having big ole eyes

- Claudia’s SPEED saving Madeleine is wild

- also the AUDACITY to compare this to Lestat and Louis in the church. Louis was praying for salvation and Lestat showed up and actually nvm I know nothing

-something something vampirism and saviourism something

-something something madeleine and her Apple while talking to Armand vaguely reminiscent of eve and her Apple talking to the snake except the snake is warning against knowledge

- Louis is in his INSUFFERABLE era

- “young man, there has been a war” Madeleine they can never make me hate you

- “he had never made one” “what?” DANNY

- I’d like to think Armand considered it for a second until Madeleine fought back against Claudia dying

- I think the crimes were literally the theatre troupe gathering supplies for their rogue play

- it’s kind of nice to see someone else besides Louis be dickmatized for once around here (even if he couldn’t hold on for long

- “I don’t like carp I don’t like Chardonnay. Feels right for my life” genuinely devastated we don’t get more time with madeleine

-also with madeleine I think her downfall is inevitable bc as we’ve seen the patterns of these vamp’s human lives follow them. She’s been continuously met with misfortune and bad timing and love has been her downfall time and time again no matter how pure the intention. Brutal

- Armand healing Louis’ new rust wound is cute tho pls

- “but he forgave me for it” IS LOUIS JESUS??? (Allegorically speaking well yes)

- hot take I don’t think Armand’s lying about Louis’ request. I think there’s something nefarious afoot but it feels on brand to me that Louis in that state would consider that

- the camera switched so fast from pinning Armand in a corner to his quiet power stance again holy shit

- him offering his cowardice feels like a strange olive branch. You lil gremlin you

- the little gasp at the betrayal is so dramatic you can’t tell me this isn’t a lil performance to him

- Santiago they can’t make me hate you only her turn a trial into a drag show

Fin! Very excited for the cunty Lestat walk

[thenightling]

Back in 2007 / 2008 I took a course in parapsychology and you would be amazed how much studying the supernatural can make you jaded against claims of the supernatural. One of the first things you learn is about cold readings and the rainbow ruse and other simple manipulation tactics that con artists and fake psychics use. It became frustrating because suddenly things like TV ghost investigators, and famous TV psychics became obvious con artists based on what I had learned. One of my biggest annoyances was stumbling upon those who saw The Warrens as true demonologists and essentially as heroes of the paranormal. Any time I tried to tell people what they really were (charlatans) I'd be accused of either being jealous of their success or accused of not believing in the supernatural at all. You can believe and still be skeptical. I'm often reminded of the fact that Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (creator of Sherlock Holmes) and Harry Houdini used to investigate claims of psychic phenomena together. Doyle was the believer and Houdini was the skeptic. Houdini used his vast knowledge of stage magician trickery to debunk many fake psychics however that did not stop him from trying to find the real thing. John Oliver clearly does not believe in psychics. But again, I remind you, it's okay to have an open mind, to believe in the possibility of psychics while also knowing that there are con artists out there. It should also be noted that many false psychics actually believe that they are psychic. They desperately want to see themselves as something special and convince themselves that their own deductive reasoning is psychic phenomena. Many may legitimately have mental illness. I've noticed that a great many people who claim to be psychic empaths (able to sense the emotions of others) are often, ironically, quite terrible at understanding the emotions of others. Again, that does not mean it is all false. However if they have a reality show, book / movie deal, or "haunted museum" where they take "dangerous" possessed dolls with them on tour, it helps to be skeptical. A trustworthy investigative group in matters of the psychic are the SPR in the UK (Society for Psychical Research) and the ASPR in the US, the very loose basis for The Talamasca in Anne Rice's novels.

[candomblemistress]

I've been to hell, you know? [Part 3]

[Part 1 ] [Part 2]

Something 'Soul-changing' is not something to take lightly, such as the third-eye opening ritual, it was something you couldn't take back, and which effect on you would be more than permanent, it took me years to decide about it, I kept thinking what it truly meant, were we going to destroy Isabella's soul? Was part of my own soul going to be destroyed as well? When I finally decided I was already in hands of the Talamasca, and had to exaggerate the time of one of their missions in order to return to New Orleans and proceed with the ritual.

Zain Amina had been Great Nananne's best apprentice upon her death, by the time of it she had her own shop herself, but for her it had been a great honor to take over Great Nananne's, along her apprentices at the moment.  She welcomed me like she'd welcome any other child, and as any major ritual, we cleansed, and we had one last divination reading.

The soul of Isabella was corrupted, broke my heart, but all the results continued to point at it, she had merged with the demon, and it wouldn't rest until it had my soul as well, and the ritual was somehow a suicide mission. I could step back, but if I did, I knew what was coming.

In very short terms, it was useless to exorcise her soul, because it would summon itself again in the world, and the only solution was to bind her soul...to something, somewhere, and the only thing acceptable seemed to descend to the lowest astral ground we could find and do it there, like a gate of hell if you like to think about it in a biblical sense.

Once again, in the witching hour, with her watch on my hand, I called her again, but this time we were both in the binding circle; She showed up immediately.

To trick her was going to be hard, almost impossible, therefore my only hope was to bind her soul temporarily and drag it along the lowest astral grounds, so I did, I gave her one last embrace before I did something oddly familiar to me; with my hand on her chest, I immobilized her entirely.

The more we descended to the pits of hell, she more she became herself, crying, begging me not to abandon her, reminding me how much love we had for each other regardless our rivalries, but I knew the second I showed weakness she would win and we would never been able to repeat the same ritual again.

Finally, I found a cave in the land of despair and I knew I was the place to mercifully lay her to rest, locked even from other troubled souls. I gave a last look on that beautiful face, our eyes met, I touched her soft wavy honey hair and caressed her beautiful and soft olive skin one last time, to think she could've grown up, find love, I kept thinking about the endless possibilities, I would have wanted her to live regardless of her choices, but to see her live it, and now she'd be there for the whole eternity, deep inside I vowed I wouldn't do anything she wouldn't do because of my fault; no children, no marriage, perhaps even, not too much happiness.

I knew part of me would be in here there, in hell itself, weeping eternally.

To descend there had been easy, put her there, give a last goodbye and kiss her forehead, even to perform the spells to make sure no one else could unbind her, just me, but truth was, every step I gave to raise and return to my body was harder than the previous one; I wanted to stay, to curl up to her one last time and for all eternity, I cared less about my body or life, soon I understood what Amina meant, and the memory of that was the only reason I fought my way up, back to my body, to return to it in the last second before the new witch mother attempted to draw me back herself.

I didn't speak for weeks upon my return, even David seemed surprised to see me obeying the laws and recommendations of the Talamasca, I am sure he thought I was just becoming more of what they'd want me to be, because I kept excelling, just...my heart wasn't necessarily there.

Every night I would dream of Isabella, crying, begging me to set her free, but every tear I cleaned from her cheeks made me feel the strength of the demon holding up on her, and reminded me that it was all a charade, unfortunately, I did love her and my tears weren't part of the stage representation. Eventually I found ways, rituals and a little bit of whisky, to finally sleep.

I still wish I could free her, maybe one day I won’t be able to stop myself.

[congregacao-dos-articulado-blog1]

Stirling Oliver

Curiosidade em pessoa

90 anos | Peter O'Toole

Membro importante da Talamasca, em se tratando de espíritos. Stirling vê espíritos a todo o momento, com extrema facilidade, desde a infância. Possuidor de uma curiosidade sem limites em relação ao paranormal. E foi a curiosidade que levou Stirling a casa de Lestat de Lioncourt, na Rue Royale. Do encontro, onde Stirling poderia ter morrido, nasceu uma amizade peculiar. Tal amizade, entre Lestat e Stirling, representou uma desobediência flagrante da ordem expressa dos Anciãos da Talamasca, de cortar qualquer contato com vampiros.

[gigientalamasca]

Los pétalos que hacen a la flor la flor que es

“Quienes pueden, pueden porque piensan que pueden”

-          Virgilio

Lo sé, he estado desaparecida. Lo siento si mi ausencia te ha disgustado, pero tengo el perfecto culpable de mi desaparición: Talamasca. Me han subido la carga de trabajo hasta niveles insalubres.

¿No os he contado lo que hice en Japón? Fue un viaje de trabajo, por supuesto. Una especie de gymkhana milenaria que alberga mitos con una base real que no está muy clara, y como sólo se organiza una vez cada cincuenta años, talamasquenses de todas las sedes (Londres, Roma, Ámsterdam y Nueva Orleans) fuimos. Unos a observar, y otros a participar en las pruebas. Yo fui una participante. Conseguí acabarla (que ya es decir), pero fuera del tiempo establecido para poder ganarla. Pero bueno, la historia de Japón os la contaré otro día. Hoy quiero mostraros un poco en qué consiste mi trabajo para que entendáis mejor el contexto en el que me muevo.

Te explicaré cómo funciona la orden, ¿te parece? Aunque antes de hacerlo quiero apuntar que si mis jefes descubren que he subido a internet la organización de la orden, me matarían (creo que literalmente). Pero la mayoría no sabe ni encender un ordenador, asique me arriesgaré, ¿qué es la vida sin peligro?

Talamasca posee un perfecto y definido orden de jerarquía. El de arriba manda al de abajo. Cuanto más superior seas, más poder de decisión tienes, y dependiendo de tu categoría, podrás realizar ciertas tareas u otras.

La posición más alta es la de  los Ancianos de la orden, los fundadores. Todo lo que digan (si es que se pronuncian, porque no suelen hacerlo) va a misa. Ellos tienen el poder de cerrar la orden, de modificarla, de ampliarla, de reducirla…de todo. Si un día los conozco, hablaré más de ellos.

Un puesto por debajo pero también un cargo muy importante, es el de Superior de la Orden de Talamasca. Ahora mismo es Oliver Stirling, y en su día lo fue David Talbot. ¿Os podéis creer que ese puesto nunca perteneció a una mujer? Es el que controla y organiza las sedes distribuidas por el mundo. Básicamente su trabajo es leer. Leer todo el tiempo. Y si algo despierta en especial su interés, ordena que se investigue más a fondo o crea grupos de debate para re direccionar la investigación. Este puesto está reservado a personas que llevan toda la vida en Talamasca, que han demostrado lealtad, trabajo duro y, por supuesto, que se consideren mayores. No puedes ser Superior de la Orden si no llevas mucho tiempo sobre este mundo.

Luego, existen varios puestos al mismo nivel jerárquico, que se diferencian en su tarea. Los que pertenecen a este nivel, además de sus investigaciones particulares, asesoran y ayudan en todo lo posible al Superior de la Orden. Son los integrantes de las reuniones donde se debaten o deciden alguna que otra cosa. Alguno de esos cargos tiene gente a su disposición, ya sea para ayudar en la tarea como para complementarla.  Todo lo que sale de estos grupos, pasa por el Superior de la Orden. Horas y horas de estudio.

¿Y dónde estoy yo? Adivinad. En el subsuelo de la escalera alimentaria. Pertenezco a la última categoría, los trabajadores de campo. Los que van y vienen, los ojos de Talamasca, las herramientas sucias de los respetados estudiosos. Vamos a donde nos dicen, hacemos lo que nos mandan, recogemos la información y luego la comunicamos para que puedan estudiarla. Hubo miembros de la orden que prescindían de trabajadores de campo, ya que querían hacer ellos mismos el trabajo. Uno de ellos era Aaron Lightner, que realizó toda su investigación sobre los Mayfair él mismo, sin mandar a otro a aquella casa.

Pero hoy en día, sólo se molestan en salir de la biblioteca para casos muy especiales y, de preferencia, no peligrosos.

Yo tengo la particularidad de ser trabajadora de campo y a la vez asistenta de Stringling, el Superior de La Orden de Talamasca. Eso no me da ningún privilegio, pero sí una cercanía mayor a los jefazos de la Orden.

Las personas como yo en la Orden no somos lo que se dice valorados. Somos jóvenes, curiosos, con energía e imprudentes. No se fían porque no tienen la certeza de que seamos leales. Y tienen razón, sólo mírame, estoy hablando de ellos en un blog. Existe una tendencia de los miembros a valorar las capacidades de uno por la edad. Cuanto más joven, más ignorante, cuanto más mayor, más sabio.

Pero somos muchos, y tenemos nuestros particulares proyectos. Sin ir más lejos, estamos informatizando documentos en nuestros ratos libres. No grandes cosas, alguna que otra historia cerrada sobre fantasmas o seres paranormales, pero es un comienzo. No queremos que todas las historias se queden atrás en este mundo informatizado, la tecnología que nuestros mayores desprecian, nosotros la consideramos un avance hacia una información más compartida y accesible.

Nunca, en toda la historia de Talamasca, los trabajadores de campo hemos sido tan imprudentes y ambiciosos como ahora. Empiezan a haber secretos que descubrimos, que sólo contamos entre nosotros.

Pasito a pasito, estamos creando una bola de nieve. ¿Por qué creéis que me molestaría en escribir un blog sobre mi trabajo en Talamasca? Pensad.

La caballería se acerca silenciosamente a las copas de vino de los sargentos. ; mso�0c*3

[talamasca-amc]

someone (thank you @mi-kitamura) scurried my way with the tip that the vampire Sam Barclay’s actor now follows Olive’s actress… so is it possible our favorite power couple #samshid could be featured in the talamasca series after all?