I Firmly Believe That Some Stories Can Never Be Translated Into A Different Medium And That's Okay

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“Are you the witch who turned eleven princes into swans?”

The old woman stared at the figure on the front step of her cottage and considered her options. It was the kind of question usually backed up by a mob with meaningful torches, and it was the kind of question she tried to avoid.

Coming from a single dusty, tired housewife, it should’ve held no terrors.

“You a cop?”

The housewife twisted the hem of her apron. “No,” she muttered. “I’m a swan.”

A raven croaked somewhere in the woods. Wind whispered in the autumn leaves.

Then: “I think I can guess,” the old woman said slowly. “Husband stole your swan skin and forced you to marry him?”

A nod.

“And you can’t turn back into a swan until you find your skin again.”

A nod.

“But I reckon he’s hidden it, or burned it, or keeps it locked up so you can’t touch it.”

A tiny, miserable nod.

“And then you hear that old Granny Rothbart who lives out in the woods is really a batty old witch whose father taught her how to turn princes into swans,” the old woman sighed. “And you think, ‘Hey, stuff the old skin, I can just turn into a swan again this way.’

“But even if that was true – which I haven’t said if it is or if it isn’t – I’d say that I can only do it to make people miserable. I’m an awful person. I can’t do it out of the goodness of my heart. I have no goodness. I can’t use magic to make you feel better. I only wish I could.”

Another pause. “If I was a witch,” she added.

The housewife chewed the inside of her cheek. Then she drew herself up and, for the first time, looked the old woman in the eyes.

“Can you do it to make my husband miserable?”

The old woman considered her options. Then she pulled the wand out from the umbrella stand by the door. It was long, and silver, and a tiny glass swan with open wings stood perched on the tip.

“I can work with that,” said the witch.

Rabbits between the staves. Cambrai BM 125-128, c. 1540-50

nonhuman asks

what term(s) do you prefer to be referred to as (otherkin, therian, nonhuman, etc.)?

what are you(r kintypes/theriotypes)?

most niche/obscure 'type?

what foods do you associate with your 'type(s)?

what colors do you associate with your 'type(s)?

do you own any gear? if so, what is it?

best/favorite thing about being nonhuman?

worst/least favorite thing about being nonhuman?

what activities help you connect with your 'type(s)?

do you associate any music with your 'type(s)? do you have a playlist?

do you collect anything besides wearable gear that you associate with your 'type(s), such as plushies or merch?

do your 'type(s) influence your sense of style or the way you dress?

would you consider yourself a furry? if so, do you have a fursona? is your fursona based on one of your 'type(s)?

draw or share your artwork of your 'type(s)?

this isnt a question but a request that you drink some water!

authors note: feel free to reblog! other beings can ask you questions from this list, or you can simply answer them all yourself.

Choose a subtly magical item for your adventure:

A sword that never chips or grows blunt

A flint and steel that works first try every time

Boots that are always comfortable, and never fall apart

Socks that never get wet

A cloak that is always the perfect temperature

A bag that can fit a little more than it reasonably should be able to

Arrows that can never be lost or broken

A purse that can never be stolen

A compass that points to the nearest source of drinkable water

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It’s fun designing someone from my culture

I drew a little something for the Hiveworks micro comic summer~

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