#polinween2024

[chronicallyday]

hello #polin fans! I originally posted this on Twitter but I’m also sharing this on tumblr ☺️

It’s going to be spooky szn soon and I thought what better way to celebrate than to enjoy a month full of polin but with a spooky twist~

The month will be broken into 5 weeks with 5 different themes and everyone can post for the week’s prompt anytime within the week

For organizational purposes we will use the following tags:

#polinween

#polinween2024

Week 1: #polinween2024w1

Week 2: #polinween2024w2

And so on per week

This is open for all kinds of content whether you write fics, draw art, make edits or mood boards

All I ask is that you follow the guidelines of wherever you post, tag appropriately, & most importantly only post content that belongs to you or with permission of the original creator

I can’t wait to see what everyone does to take Polin out of Spring and into the crisp, haunting air of Autumn ☺️👻🎃

Having trouble reading the prompts? Check under the cut and they will be listed out

September 29 to October 5: “I Put A Spell On You”

October 6 to October 12: “What’s A Little Fur Between Friends”

October 13 to October 19: “Things That Go Bump In The Night”

October 20 to October 26: “Fangs For The Memories”

October 27 to November 2: “We All Need Zom-bodied To Love”

[pinkorchestra]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

here’s my contribution to polinween 2024, a vampire polin au inspired by the theme of week 4, “fangs for the memories” ( ´ ▽ ` )

shout-out to chronicallyday for creating the polinween prompts!

[ancoraimparosblog]

Suddenly, the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. A shiver ran down her spine, and she slowly lifted her head, hastily wiping at her tear-streaked cheeks. Her vision was blurry, but then she saw it—two shiny brown eyes staring at her intently from just a few feet away.

Startled, Penelope scrambled back, her heart racing in fear. But as her eyes focused, she realized it wasn’t a person at all. It was a golden retriever, sitting calmly in front of her, its eyes full of curiosity. 

The dog tilted its head, almost as if it was studying her, then took a cautious step back when Penelope moved. It sat down on its haunches, watching her quietly, as though waiting for her to make the next move.

Penelope’s fear slowly ebbed away, replaced by disbelief. She wiped the rest of her tears away with the back of her hand and took a deep breath. "Where did you come from?" she whispered, more to herself than the dog.

The golden retriever’s ears perked up, and it wagged its tail, as if pleased by her attention.

Penelope let out a small laugh, despite everything. "You’re not going to make fun of me too, are you?" she said softly, her voice trembling. The dog simply tilted its head again, giving her a look that almost seemed... understanding.

"I'm lost, boy. Do you know how to get back to the camp?" Penelope asked softly, her voice still shaky from her tears.

The golden retriever barked once in response, as if understanding her perfectly. He turned and started running towards the left, weaving between the trees with surprising speed. Penelope, still feeling a bit dazed, didn't immediately follow. The dog stopped, looked back, and with a bound, returned to her side. Gently, he tugged at the hem of her flared pants with his mouth, his tail wagging insistently.

Penelope couldn’t help but laugh. "Alright, alright, I’m coming," she said, her spirits lifting just a little. She followed the dog through the woods, letting him guide her as if he had done this a hundred times before.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[ancoraimparosblog]

Colin stood in the middle of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes that weekend, his eyes scanning the colourful chaos of the shop. He wasn’t even sure why he was there—maybe it was a way to escape his own thoughts, or perhaps he was simply drawn to the familiar buzz of magic and laughter. Either way, he wandered aimlessly, hands tucked in his pockets, until his gaze landed on a shelf lined with love potions.

The swirling pink liquid in the small vials seemed to shimmer, catching his eye. Colin’s stomach twisted with something he didn’t want to admit was longing. He missed Penelope. Not just as a friend, though he still valued that bond, but something more had grown between them. Or at least, something more had grown in him—a hunger, a need to be close to her in a way he had never imagined before.

He stared at the love potion, biting the inside of his cheek. It would be so easy, wouldn’t it? Just a drop of the shimmering pink liquid, and Penelope would be his, even if only for a little while. She would look at him the way he had always dreamed, her lips would curve into that sweet smile meant for him, and maybe, she would finally want him in the same way he wanted her.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works