so if thereâs one single trope iâm always down to fight itâs the animal bride (folklore motif 402??) which a lot of you are probably familiar with as the selkie - the fisherman either falls in love, steals her skin to trap her on land/gain power over her, or they fall in love and THEN he steals her skin to keep her from leaving, and either way she spends a lot of time gazing sadly out to sea and then she or her child finds the skin and never returns again. and thatâs awful on a whole lot of levels - itâs not love, itâs control.
BUT. but the thing is. you how selkies/seal women was a pretty common variation of this? another really popular one was swans.
i just want you to think about that for a moment. swans. likeâŠI get it, theyâre pretty, graceful birds, certainly itâs easy to imagine them magically becoming pretty graceful ladies? but have you ever fought a swan. swans are awful. swans are the devilâs geese. imagine seeing a pretty magic lady and being absolutely enchanted by her, and stealing her magic feather cloak, and then you go up and say âhey iâm in love with you, let me make you my queen, it will be great, weâll be so happyâ and she just looks at you for a moment andâŠ
you know i was going to say maybe she just shouts for her sisters and suddenly youâre realizing youâve made a terrible terrible mistake bc youâre surrounded by big fucking birds who are all hissing. but honestly if this swan lady is as aggressively down to brawl as any other generally unhappy swan, then sheâd straight up fuck you up on her own. sheâd just deck you roundhouse, honestly. you donât fuck with swans. why does this trope exist
okay but consider this: a woman walks to the park every day and feeds the swans and watches them paddle gracefully around the lake, sighing to see how beautifully they swim.Â
finally one day, a swan comes up to her and says âwhy donât you come and swim with us? you always sigh so wistfully to see us on the water, and you would be most welcome to join our company, for you have always been a true friend to our kindâ
and the woman says, âi canât swimâ
and the swan says, âweâll teach youâ
and the woman says, âliterally i canât swim, my husband stole my sealskin and should i venture into deep water i would surely drownâÂ
and the swan says âyour husband fucking WHATâ
the next morning the womanâs front yard looks like this.Â
and neither the woman nor her husband are ever heard from again, though for very different reasons.Â
I'm writing a collection of short stories, because a full novel doesn't work with my ADD plot Bunny brain. And one of them totally includes this. Like why do not enough people realize how quickly they would be screwed if they messed with a Swan????













