#assandra

[lesser-known-composers]

Caterina Assandra (c. 1590 – 1618) - Motetti, Op. 2: Duo Seraphim

Ensemble: Cappella Artemisia; Conductor: Candace Smith

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next post... hopefully in less than two months this time lmfao.

Transcript below.

Caleb: It’s called Glimmerbrook. Rose: The name sounds familiar. Caleb: It’s some miles east off the freeway the runs between Verona and Bridgeport’s outer loop. Rose: Up near Granite Falls? Caleb: Yeah that’s the place. There’s nothing notable there today except a few houses but back in the 60’s it was home to a popular place called the E&B. Rose: Which stands for? Caleb: Elixirs and Brews. Rose: Very…witchy… Caleb: It was a marketing tactic. You know, flickering lights, “floating objects”, doors randomly opening and closing, typical haunted house things. Most interesting part was that they had people walking around claiming to be animated versions of the pictures on the walls. Rose: So it was the 80s version of The House of Fallen Trees that’s in downtown Bridgeport? Caleb: Funny you say that. It’s believed to be the prototype. Jon Smith Tricou was involved in this place as well. He was one of the investors …and also one of the disappearances that Gunther thinks is connected to the coven. Rose: …interesting. Where does Gunther even get all of this information from? He seems like the guy to- Caleb: Steal everything off some obscure internet form from almost 20 years ago and pass it off as his own? Yeah. Rose: Wait what? Caleb: Yeah, he steals all of his stuff. All of it. I don’t know if he knows that I know that, but I do know. Rose: Damn, unexpected Caleb: Is it? Rose: I was going to say seems like the type of go all out for this kind of thing. Caleb: Yeah right. Gunther Munch? Do his own work? Never going to happen. Rose: How do you know all of this anyways? Caleb: Back in the beginning of high school there was this girl I was sort of friends with. She along with her family were into the occult and was the one who originally showed me the website. Rose: Some girl? Is it always some girl with you?

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On January 22, 2002, Elvira's Haunted Hills was screened at the Sarasota Film Festival.

[castametric]

then I personally think we should build the torment nexus actually

Yes but what if the Torment Nexus has a like, really hot deep robot woman voice while she tries to murder you and the puzzles are really fun

[canonfatbisexualenby]

Fandom: W.ayne’s W.orld

Pairing: C/assandra W/ong x Azure

Rating: G

Word Count: 500+

A/N: Takes place somewhere between my last published ficlet and the end of the first movie!

For @strawbeaniie’s F/Obruary Event 😁

Cassandra stepped onto the deep red bathmat, exiting the shower. She grabbed a slightly bleached towel from the rack and started drying her long black hair.

As she wrapped her silk, light blue robe around herself she sighed deeply. She walked into her tiny kitchenette and poured a cup of coffee.

She took a seat at the table, peering at the pile of mail she had grabbed earlier in the day.

She placed her head in her hands, beginning to think back on the previous week.

Her and her boyfriend, Wayne, had recently gotten into a tiff. Well, fight was probably a better word.

She had always thought he might be slightly jealous of Benjamin, but didn’t think he’d resort to undermining her hard work just to make a point. She sighed again and began flipping through her mail.

It was mostly bills and junk. But near the very bottom, she found a small pink envelope.

She eyed it curiously, wondering what was inside. She lifted it up to get a closer look and suddenly smelled perfume. Something soft and feminine, but familiar.

‘To Cassandra’ was written in what looked like moderately rushed script. She lifted her eyebrows and used one of her long nails to rip open the letter.

She slowly pulled out the piece of folded paper. It was pink like the envelope and the scent now stronger.

She began scanning over and felt her heartbeat quicken as she comprehended what it said and who it was from.

“Azure...” she whispered to herself.

She looked back down and read the letter more slowly this time.

Dear Cassandra,

I’m so sorry to hear about what happened between you and Wayne. I was out performing when you called, and after hearing your super sad message I simply couldn’t think of what to say to you. So I’m writing this (ha ha).

Cassandra paused, creasing her eyebrows.

I’m still not really sure what to write, I’ve never been good at consoling others, if I’m being honest. All I do know is that my heart broke for you when I heard what happened. You don’t deserve that. Hell, no one does. But especially you.

You’re so kind and caring and cool. You light up a room when you enter and know how to make everyone feel welcome and loved. And not to mention talented. I could listen to you sing the phone book.

Cassandra smiled.

I say all this to say you’re also strong. I pray and hope Wayne regrets what he did, and I do hope it works out between you two. But, if it doesn’t, I know you’ll make it out alive. And stronger than before.

From,

Azure

Cassandra stared at the letter. She felt a heat rise to her cheeks. She wasn’t sure why, but she felt vulnerable at this moment.

Maybe it was because Azure had complimented her so kindly. Maybe it because she had sent a letter instead of just calling. Maybe it was the perfume floating in the air, and the fact all she could picture was Azure’s sweet smile.

She sipped from her coffee cup.

As she finished getting ready, she walked back over to the table. She glanced at the open letter and blushed. She grabbed it and walked over to lay on her large bed.

You’re so kind and caring and cool.

The words rang and replayed in her head. She brought the letter up to her nose and inhaled deeply. She sighed and giggled, contently.

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☾ *  ―  [ C ] ASSANDRA'S TRIP TO THE UNDERCITY .

Cassandra isn't unaware of the dangers of Zaun, in fact, when she was younger, around eighteen and a rebellious daughter of House Kiramman, she decided to take a trip to Zaun. She, too, felt the hint of the thrill of it that her mother never engaged in, she wanted to see the streets and find something of interest. To grab at her very heart and take her for an experience. Zaun wasn't like Silco's Zaun, it was still inherently violent and dangerous if one wasn't careful.

The Piltovan elite had no idea what she was stepping into. She had been curious and wanted to see what the whole hype about the undercity and her mother demanded never to cross the bridge. The place was to be seen, but never heard from. Still, Cassandra wanted to know! What if they had something of use, what if they could provide more for Piltover? What commerce and political gain could be extended to help them? So despite all the rules, Cassandra descended into the city, wanting to go to the shop that she had heard from one of the Zaunites topside.

However, along the way, Cassandra was attacked. She had never been taught how to fight back, she knew how to handle a rifle but she didn't bring it with her. Cassandra had been stabbed with a bladed hand and her money ripped from her clutches. It left the councillor's heiress shaken when she was young (before she was a councilor). No one helped her, as she limped back through the streets, the way she was ignored, and scowled at, even the children running from her; no one cared she was bleeding all over their ground. Her mother had the best physician and doctors tended to her, stitching up the stab wound on her right abdomen and a hardened lesson.

Zaun was dangerous; it was filled with thieves and killers and dangers no one could anticipate. At that point, Cassandra no longer saw interest in Zaun, her adventuring and rebellious nature immediately quenched like a fire doused by water. At that point, Cassandra's eyes no longer saw interest in Zaun but only the dangers within. She understood why her mother often told her not to deal with the undercity as they were filled with monsters and animals; the savage nature of that city was not for the cultured Piltovans.

Cassandra's hardened views made her determined to protect Caitlyn from that city. It's why she's suspicious of anyone who is a Zaunite and why she curses them under her breath. It's why, when she stated to the council, that "the undercity cannot be controlled by us," and his displeased appearance of Vi when Caitlyn brought her home. To Cassandra, the undercity is its city and she not be interfered with. They are their people, and Piltover should stay on its side. It is why she was so headstrong in protecting Caitlyn from the dangers of the undercity and the threats that linger down there.

She is not coming from an ignorant standpoint. Cassandra was in the undercity, she saw its people, and she witnessed its violence firsthand. She knows of it and what it stands for and she actively tries to protect Piltover and her daughter from the dangers there. There is no surprise when she finds out about the violence nor does she have an interest in providing a working setting between them. The undercity is its own and Piltover is its own; that is how she believes it should be. And Most of all, she wants her daughter nowhere near it out of worry that she might become a victim of the violence.

[whatiwillsay]

Saw this on tiktok but can’t find it anymore but in So Long London she says „I stopped CPR after all it’s no use“ then in the Anthology we get:

C assandra

P eter

R obin

Do you think that means anything?

my gut says it's a coincidence but it could be a little easter egg she left. i don't think it means anything new. cpr is what you do to try and save someone who's dying. in this case she meant taylor and joe's relationship, she stopped trying to save it at a certain point. i don't think there's some extra layer of meaning to those three songs.

[sasquatch-turtleneck]

I want to listen to the audio book Jason Dohring did at one point, but unfortunately, it's one of the Mortal incest-ruments— I mean, M/ortal I/nstruments books, by C/assandra C/lare, so I'd rather not actually support her, because she's kinda weird (y'know, 'cause of the incest stuff, which there's more than a one-time case of in her works, not to mention plagiarism and bullying, if I remember correctly)

So does anyone know how to pirate an audio book? 🤔 I just want to see if Jason is as bad at audio books as he was at first in Kingdom Hearts, like no offense, but I die from cringing whenever I try to watch Kingdom Hearts stuff with Terra😭

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assandra, hija de Espartanos, yun personaje que me ha gustado #assassins...

[lesser-known-composers]

Caterina Assandra (c. 1590 – 1618) - Imple os nostrum ·

La Villanella Basel · Heike Pichler-Trosits

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i'm rereading the infernal devices and it may have been a literal decade since these books came out but man they still hit so hard

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sometimes i see non autistics write headcanons abt what probably went on in an autistic char they arent writings head and i just ‘yeah, yeah you have no idea how autistics think at all lol’ like yes its a spectrum, yes we’re all different, and youre still managing to pretend we’re neurotypical like—

[bookcub]

so i was talking about fictional twin deaths (of course) and if you look at like the reasoning or justification about killing a twin, it’s so the other can be an “individual” and less “codependent” and “grow into themselves” and it’s so GROSS, you don’t need death of your twin to grow??? How terrible is that?? Not to mention, they are FICTIONAL, so the reason they are so similar or codependent is because the creator chose to do that. 

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girl help im finding out new things

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On this subject, the one night stand that happened between Cassandra and Bob in Bobby It’s Cold Outside? That’s not canon for my Bob. Cassandra is the Flanders to his Homer that he wants desperately to move away and stop nosying into his life. I’m thriving for that dynamic, but I hate the idea that Bob has been unfaithful to Francesca, someone he seemed to genuinely love and cherish.

To me, it seems he’s isolated himself away in that lighthouse from everyone because he can’t stop himself from doing the things he does and that’s the only way he can protect the people he cares about. Bob is ashamed for his family in particular, getting them into trouble and letting his lust for vengeance interfere with and ruin their lives.

And he’s supposedly made up with Bart now. How can he face his family like: “oh, we’ve made up now,” when that vengeance was what so ruined them? Like, “oh that’s cool, son, it’s not like we went to prison for you.”

Lighthouse!Bob is honestly in a bad way and isn’t in contact with his family, just kind of disappeared from their lives. He hasn’t divorced Francesca. He’s still faithful to her. He wouldn’t sully that faith to snuggle with some random stranger across the street because he’s a GENTLEMAN, thanks for comin’ to my TED talk.