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The urge to write and the urge to do anything but write gnaw at my inside like starving wolves fighting over the last remnants of a prey. It's me, I am the prey. Also wolves are pack animals, so would they even fight instead of just, share?
Okay. We need to talk about this because moment. Not in a show context (it is a beautiful and wonderful moment for the character, and I'm saving that discussion for later...) but in a fandom context. Because I think it perfectly encapsulates something that I think maybe other fans and other parts of fandom don't necessarily understand when it comes to Pen (and Colin and Polin).
Penelope has never been the cool character. She's awkward, and shy, and has faults, and doesn't always make the right choice. She's kind of a weirdo, and says the wrong thing at the wrong time, and gets easily excited and stressed and embarrassed.
Colin has never been a cool character, either. He makes ridiculous jokes based on puns, and gives silly faces, and contemplates blades of grass. He's odd in his attempts at flirting, cries when he's upset, and delights in talking about cheese with his brother-in-laws.
Polin isn't the cool ship. Saphne, Kathany, and even Benophie are cool. Saphne has a certain grace and prestige about them. Kathany is hot and smoldering. Benophie is lustful and sexy.
And Polin, at their core, is still this ::
And you know what -- it's why we love them. A lot of people look at them and are like, ew, gross. They don't fit whatever the 'cool' or 'hot' ideal is for these romance shows. Which.... leads me to the photos above - of Penelope looking at herself in the mirror.
Other fans, other fandoms, they see the girl on the left and don't get it. Don't think that girl can be sexy or should be loved or whatever it is they think is the problem.
Polins look at the girl on the left and see that's who Penelope is. And even if she changes to the one on the right, we still love her. Still love who she was and who she is.
And I think it speaks to who people in fandom are, too. Polins - a lot of Polins - are the girl on left. Or we have been, even if we moved over to being the girl on the right. We're dorky and weird and easily excitable. We create things and make Polin weeks, and do art as Polin imagined as bunnies, and write fic putting them in every scenario imaginable. We make silly jokes and spend months photoshopping a single photo of a baby into ninteen-hundred photosets. We do what fandoms usually do and fandom.
And I feel like sometimes some of these other subsets get so caught up on the image problem -- on whether it's telling the correct kind of story, or what people look like, or how many hits some hot take is going to get you on a social media platform. And instead of curating a space for themselves, instead of allowing themselves to just forget being cool for a moment, they wallow in false competitions and get caught up in superficial arguments.
And, I mean, not every trope is going to hit the same way. We all love different things, and that's fine. It's okay to like other ships (or multiple ships, believe it or not, I do actually like the other ships on this show). And it's okay to be upset at times when the writing or production gets frustrating. I'm not saying that it isn't. And I'm not saying Polins are perfect (we're not - and we got some issues, too, believe me).
But Polins embrace fandom in a way that I don't think the others do. And maybe it's because we embrace being that girl on the left as well as knowing we're also the girl on the right, and that it's okay to be uncool as long as we're ourselves.
Colin, would you...
Oh hello my old obsession with Bridgerton. How nice of you to creep back in.
Sophie Baek Bridgerton Season 4 Episode 1
Cabrizzio (Date Everything) Epilogue's Epilogue
*Contains Game's Ending Spoilers* Summary: Cabrizzio found himself longing for a certain someone. Written after the epilogue of the Date Everything's ending/epilogue.
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/66826666
Sneak-peek: Cabrizzio’s arm dropped from the tourist’s shoulder and the latter quickly slipped away with a sigh of relief. Cabrizzio found himself doing what he had never done. He let his “stay in Italy” speech go unfinished as he abandoned his post to get closer to the TV. His heart drummed in his chest. He was sure he did not mishear it. He was sure that Coolsville had just been mentioned on the large screen mere moments ago. His Amore. “ It could not be…” He found his throat tighten as the thought that something bad, very bad could be happening to her right now.
Disclaimer: I do not own the art. I just figure we all could use some... *ehem* visual reminder.
So... I found this and now it keeps coming to mind. You hear about "life-changing writing advice" all the time and usually its really not—but honestly this is it man.
I'm going to try it.
I started doing this with writing a while ago, and goddamn does it kick your brain into developing this new little gear for your writing. I love it.
I stumbled across this by myself while practicing descriptive writing back when I still used to write for fun.
As an addendum to the is and has clause, you just try not to make them the operative feeling in that sentence.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Explanation for Kanthony tag: I use Kanthony tag for this chapter (and will use it for the next) despite this fic being Polin because these two chapters will feature Kanthony's wedding. I wanted to see their wedding after the war they went through in their season so this is my gift to Kanthony fans out there.
To my fellow Polins, this is still very much a Polin-centric fic. Please enjoy.
Summary:
Penelope attended the ceremony that heralded the beginning of Kate and Anthony's wedding. She made friends while overcoming some of her personal demons. Kate was simply divine.
Excerpt:
Edwina, Francesca and Penelope looked to the entrance, where Kathani Sharma had just entered. They went silent. The sight of the eldest miss Sharma was breathtaking. In her bridal lehenga, she was as regal as a goddess.
Polin (Bridgerton) Fae AU | Chapter 8: Visit
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary:
Eloise and Cressida attempted to dispel Lady Whistledown's spell. Penelope sought to make amends. Colin grappled with confusing sentiments.
Excerpt:
“It is this author’s opinion that Miss Eloise Bridgerton ought to decide between which sides of the line she should be; for skirting along the bounds of courtly conducts and improprieties would surely bring naught but heartaches. This author could only hope that the young Miss Bridgerton found who she should like to be before she next crossed the line. For we may very well be the sum total of our choices, even if some of them were acted in haste. Whatever the case may be, it is important to remember that as one makes one’s bed, so one must lie in it.
Yours truly,
Lady Whistledown”
Polin (Bridgerton) Fae AU | Chapter 7: A Lesson in Spellcraft
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary: Colin and Penelope worked on an experimental spell.
Excerpt:
“It looks like. Well. If I may?” Penelope began, then looked to him for permission. With a nod from him, her fingers delicately wrapped around his. She began guiding his hand through the motion. “Focus on the feeling of belonging. Of immersing in the calls of your domain. Your fingers are shaking…”
Holding hand with your friend (platonically?) can be rather intimate:
Polin (Bridgerton) Fae AU | Chapter 6: Wedding Invitations
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary: The Bridgertons discussed invitations of the Viscount and his Viscountess-to-be's wedding. Penelope began undoing some damages.
Excerpt:
Deciding that forcing his sister to continue the conversation would be akin to adding fuel to fire, Colin retreated to his room. As he flopped on his bed, his mind wondered how Penelope’s night was. If Eloise insisted on entertaining Miss Cowper more, perhaps he ought to hold his Pen closer. As close as he did earlier today with his arms wrapped protectively around her. He shut his eyes as if to block the rogue thought out.
Colin, Penelope and Eloise Be Like:
Polin (Bridgerton) Fae AU | Chapter 5: Macaroons and Mayhems
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary:
Penelope received an unexpected caller. Colin and Penelope began their lesson.
Excerpt:
He leaned down a little closer so that their eyes were on a more equal level. She could no longer avert her gaze. He took a brief pause and incidentally allowed himself to admire her eyes. How had he not realized the brightness within them until now? He had thought about their lovely blue during his travels, had compared them to the surface of the Grecian oceans; yet how had he not notice their brilliance until now? If he had his way, no tear shall ever dimmed their light again. He breathed in and broke himself from the short trance.
Colin and Eloise running into each other like:
Polin (Bridgerton) - Fae AU | Chapter 4: A
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Summary:
Colin reunited with his family. He had a fitful sleep. Not even dream. None at all.
Excerpt:
Tenderly, he enfolded her hands with his own. Warm, tighling sensations not unlike those he felt that morning came rushing back. The way she gazed upon him as they held hands could melt him. Her eyes took in his form as if he was the only fae that existed. Like a sunflower finding its sun. Like he was astonishing. His hearts drummed loudly and suddenly an urge to wrap her up in a protective embrace overcame him like a large wave crashing against the shore.
“Colin, could I tell you something?” She hesitated.
“Anything, Pen.” His tone was eager.
“I l-”
Polin (Bridgerton) - Fae AU, Chapter 3 - An Apology From A Gentleman
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Summary:
Colin sought to make amends. Penelope hoped for a new beginning. Both longed for friendship. The Nile was a river in Egypt. These were facts.
Excerpt:
The moment their hands intertwined stretched like amber encasing an insect, the creature within was dead, but its final moment lived on. She dared not move, yet dare not hope for it to last. A polite cough from Rae finally snapped her out of the trance and she pulled her hand back as if burnt by the primordial flame. Clearing her throat, she was all too quick to sweep any awkward silence away. Filing that moment into a lockbox of memories just like she had done countless time before. This new beginning might be more challenging that it had seemed.
Polin (Bridgerton's Fae Realm AU) - Chapter 2: Weary Winds
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Summary:
Colin learned of what he did while traveling in the human realm. Otherwise known as "oh no, if it isn't the natural consequences of my actions."
Excerpt:
As dusk began to set, the piercing blue of the Aegean Sean slowly donning a much deeper coat. Its waves were once as bright and welcoming as Pen’s eyes. "Almost." He thought. For how could their blue rivaled hers? Would her eyes darkened to, as sorrows filled them with tears. The sorrows he no doubt has caught. Of course he was unsettled that night. Of course he would be unsettled now. Now and tomorrow all the same. For even one who held commands of the wind could not outrun a dead oath wailing. “You were astonishing, Colin!” She had declared him. Astonishing he was not. All he was, all he would continue to be was an oathbreaker.
New WIP: Polin (Bridgerton) Fae Realm AU
Chapter 1 - Words to Bind, Whispers to Bury.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary:
“The youngest Featherington? Has madness clouded your mind, Fife? Never in that most wildest fantasies would I court her.” These were the words said loudly by Colin, third son of the Bridgertons and Lord of the Summer Breezes. They were the words that pierced through Penelope, third daughter of the Featheringtons and perpetual wallflower.
Words hurt. However, what happen when they can do more than that? What happen when words sometimes become natural law, as natural as an apple fall from the tree without fail?
That is precisely what occurs in the fae realm when words happen to be spoken at just the right time.
Will Colin Bridgerton ever find a way back to what he might have lost as he goes with the wind?
Will Penelope Featherington ever let her love be anymore than whispers lingering on her lips?
Find out in this tale of Winds and Whispers.
Chapter 1's Excerpt:
His laughter mixed with the loud cackles of those around, a symphony of cruelty which shattered her hearts like thin glasses against booming thunders. Louder than the laughter however, was the essence vibrating from his words. She felt the shift in the world as the realm contorted itself to adjust to this formation of a new bond. “Colin Bridgerton shall never court Penelope Featherington even in the wildest fantasies.” These words shook and quickly took shape, sharp and cold was their being. Penelope felt them piercing and plunging into her bond with Colin, then twisting and spreading like malignant roots. She felt the wet of her tears before they fell. The young fae turned around and fled. Behind her, his laughter rang on, though if his laughter was to falter ever so slightly, she would be none the wiser.
Signs of Embarrassment
Blushing or turning red
Avoiding eye contact
Stammering or stumbling over words
Laughing nervously
Fidgeting with hands or clothes
Scratching the back of the head or neck
Looking down or away
Covering face with hands
Speaking in a quieter voice
Shrinking in posture
Playing with hair or accessories
Clearing throat repeatedly
Apologizing frequently
Sweating more than usual
Biting or licking lips
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