have a go merchant

Merchant of Venice au where Portia and her handmaid Nerissa are lovers

and every time some guy shows up to try and win Portia’s hand, Portia gets really anxious that this’ll finally be the one to pick the right casket – the one with her picture in it that will make her his wife – and then what will she and Nerissa do? Portia can’t bring herself to disobey her dead father’s will and simply refuse the suitors, so she lets them file in and take the test. Each one stares at her like she’s some sort of prize to be won in a way that makes her feel sick and cling to her dear lover all the more

but she starts to relax as months become years and man after man comes and chooses either the gold or silver casket. She laughs with Nerissa over the foolish pride of these men, gradually convincing herself that none of them will ever think to choose the dull old lead casket that must hold her portrait.

but then one day Bassanio shows up. Bassanio, the funny charmer she used to flirt with but never really was all that serious about. Bassanio, the one man who can claim he knows her well. He’ll know how to play this game her father’s set up, Portia realizes, and her blood runs cold.

so there he is, standing before the three caskets, and Portia can barely stay standing she’s so terrified. He passes over the gold casket. Nerissa grips her hand. He passes over the silver casket. If it weren’t for her lover’s shoulder to lean against, Portia’d collapse right to the floor. He flashes his charming grin at her, mistaking her trepidation for eagerness, and opens the lead casket.

And…it’s empty.

No note, no portrait. The lead casket contains nothing at all.

And so Bassanio departs despondent as so many men have before him, hastening off to save Antonio. Portia pities him somewhat, and sends him away with enough money to pay off the bond and a hinted loophole that might help him succeed in saving his dear friend (who will totally become Bassanio’s boyfriend and the two couples will spend their days in perfect gay bliss but that’s a story for another time ahem back to Portia)

Once Bassanio has left, Portia sweeps Nerissa up into an ecstatic hug, laughing and kissing her all over and then exclaiming, “I just can’t imagine how my father forgot to add the portrait to any casket! I wonder where it is…”

And Nerissa smiles slyly and pulls something out of her pocket. “You mean…this portrait?” And sure enough, there it is. Portia simply gapes, absolutely stunned, as Nerissa kneels before her. “As I’m the one who chose the correct casket, I’m the one who gets my lady’s hand, is that not so?”

And Portia laughs and cries and laughs some more and she and Nerissa live happily together in their nice big house on Belmont for all their days, no need for Portia to worry about any suitors ever again

SO I have been obsessed by “yuri! on ice” recently and I tought up an au (not happening in modern times but i need to check up my historyto find an era where it would fit) where Yuuri familly have a side business as merchants and his father and him go to russia on a trading trip.

There a young yuuri, being a bit stressed by the house and strangers they are staying with, escape to a nearby frozen lake near a forest and there among the mist, skating on the lake…. he see Victor, a star prince who left the night sky to visit the earth. Yuuri is enthralled and will learn to skate hoping to one day return to this country to maybe meet that prince again.:)

I should have added more jewelry to him…

Excerpts from book “The Beslan Diary” that was composed of interviews with The Beslan school siege survivors and their loved ones:

When it’s dark I go outside and call his name very quietly “Zhorik, where are you hiding? Come out, don’t be afraid”. He doesn’t answer and I go to the school. I call his name over and over again and nothing. I look for him everywhere and any time, even when I’m sleeping. But I can’t find him… - Zifa, mother and survivor, lost her son Zhorik.

After the siege was over, local merchants raised price for flowers. And they never dropped since then. The merchants know that we have no choice, we won’t go to our children graves without flowers. War is mother for some people and is stepmother for others. – Lena, mother, lost her child.

I approached a militant and gave him 5 rubbles. All I had. I said to him “Let my mother go”. He laughed at me and said “Do you know how many 5 rubbles coins I have?” He didn’t let my mother go. It’s my fault. If only I had more money… - 7-year-old Mairbek, survivor, lost both parents.

The most horrible thing was that adults would leave dangerous places, for instance the place under to the basketball hoop to which the bomb was attached, and they would put there children that came to the school without parents. It was so hard to watch. Under the hoop there were only children! The scariest thing was not militants. It was our adults. – 14-year-old Vika, survivor.

I couldn’t identify her. How could I? There was nothing left of her. The autopsist suggested to open her mouth and look at her teeth. I opened her mouth and… all her teeth fell out. So I took them all and I laid them on the pavement. She loved puzzles and how I’m collecting the puzzle from her teeth. A neighbor and her husband passed by, saw me, rushed to me and cried out “Oh my God, Dzera, what they did to us!” And I just continued to collect teeth of my child to see if they will match and identify her sooner. – Dzerassa, mother, lost her daughter.

They removed 30 pieces of iron from her body, but there were plenty of them left. They couldn’t extract them. God, how she creams when its raining! This pieces, you can’t confuse this with anything, you know right away when you hear the way she screams. The doctors afraid to remove remaining pieces. So she will scream when its rains until the rest of her life. – Svetlana, mother of 9-year-old survivor Anya

  • fadetouched: varric's good in that he can admit he LOVES hawke, it's the being IN love that's a problem
  • sydsleroux: awww
  • fadetouched: a fine distinction
  • sydsleroux: one he would definitely make
  • fadetouched: "how long have you been in love with hawke, varric?"
  • fadetouched: "hurrrrrrrghghhhghghg"
  • sydsleroux: "oh no i seem to have to go and do something else ANYWHERE ELSE"

ancient idiots running errands in arlathan @feynites

uthvir might be thinking about the last time they saw thenvunin here, a world away