Welcome to Avpol April 2023!
This event will be taking place over the month of April 2023, as an opportunity to celebrate and discuss Muhammad Avdol and Jean Pierre Polnareff’s relationship.
Tag your posts #avpolapril2023 so they can be reblogged here!
This event is only being hosted on Tumblr, but of course you’re free to post your work on other platforms! Fanfiction can also be added to the AvpolApril2023 collection.
Rules & Guidelines
The prompt list above can be used to inspire creative works, including (but not limited to!) fanart, fanfiction, edits and headcanons etc.
Feel free to submit content that isn’t based on the prompts – it’s there to provide inspiration rather than be strictly followed!
You can submit as many or few works as you like
Early and late submissions are allowed, although early submissions won’t be reblogged until April
NSFW and potentially triggering content is allowed, but will be reblogged on a case-by-case basis; these posts will be appropriately tagged by the mod if reblogged
Have fun and spread the Avpol agenda :]
A text version of the prompt list is also available here!
If you have any further questions or concerns, feel free to send an ask or DM to this blog. The mod of the event is @avspol, and questions can also be sent there!
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Avpol April day six!!! stands / sickness
I chose sickness, bc I myself am feeling a little under the weather… BUT! Today I made a comic! There’s no line-art, just kind of the sketch, but clean. Anyway, I could have made something super depressing considering that I have some headcanons ab pols health, but I made something funny instead, bc I’m nice,
Enjoy!!
When I was about 6 - 10 yrs old, I got into a habit of making ghosts out of my napkins, and I still do 🥲 Happy Thursday you guys,
@avpol-april
(Hope you especially like the comic 👍)
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@avpol-april day one: home/date night
"If we get out of this alive, you're treating me to one hell of a meal."
That's what Polnareff had said. Avdol had agreed, of course. At the time, though, the concept of actually making it seemed so improbable that he hadn't put much thought into logistics of it. He hadn't considered that both of them would make it out of Dio's mansion. The deep foreboding had weighed heavily in his heart - Muhammad Avdol would undoubtedly not survive. He knew that much.
Except he did. He did, and he's here, and now he has to do... this. Dinner. With Polnareff.
Which is fine. He likes dinner. He likes Polnareff. Everything is fine.
Except it isn't. The restaurant that Polnareff picked is too fancy, the candlelight too entrancing, the warm light it casts across Polnareff's face too... romantic for this to be fine.
Avdol reminds himself of the literal textbook definition of hell they went through, the pain, the cold dark crushing void.
It doesn't seem so bad compared to this.
He doesn't know how to do this. How to approach it, or how to even - he feels stupid even thinking the word - how to have a crush.
"You seem tense," Polnareff says, and smiles that goofy, awful, charming smile. "Quel est le problème?"
His words are too loud, cutting rather harshly through the quiet restaurant. Avdol doesn't mind it, though. A few weeks ago he might have found Polnareff's loudness mildly abrasive. Now, though, he's grateful for it. He doesn't care much for silence these days.
"There's no problem," Avdol answers. "I've just been... thinking."
"Don't think too hard. You might hurt yourself."
Avdol's lip twitches, just barely forming a smile. Not everything has changed; Polnareff's jokes still suck.
"Hey, nice restaurant though, right?" Polnareff says, really proving his inability to sit quietly for more than ten seconds.
"It's very nice," Avdol agrees.
Polnareff grimaces. "Come on, man, I'm really trying here. What's wrong? If you're bored we can call it quits and just-"
"No!" Avdol interrupts, a little too loudly. He clears his throat slightly. "No, I'm not bored. I enjoy spending time with you. I'm just..."
"Thinking?" Polnareff finishes for him, somewhat unhelpfully. He sounds a little skeptical.
"Yes," Avdol says. "Sorry."
"Don't be." Polnareff's fingertips trace absent-minded circles on the table. "Would you tell me what you're thinking about?"
It's a fair question. Avdol has barely said two sentences to him since they sat down.
"Okay," he says, trying to keep his voice steady and his expression neutral despite the anxiety rising in his chest. "Polnareff. Is this... a date?"
Polnareff chokes on his drink. "What?"
Shit. He regrets the words as soon as they leave his mouth, and Polnareff's reaction is a pretty clear 'no'.
"I'm sorry, I didn't want to assume anything, so I thought I should ask. Please forget I said anything."
"No, no, it's just," Polnareff starts, his cheeks flushing easily. "I just... you surprised me, that's all. I kind of thought it was obvious."
"Oh," Avdol says, not really taking it in. And then it hits him like a slap in the face. "Oh. So... it is?"
"Merde, I hope so! That was my intention when I asked you."
"Okay. Good."
Polnareff grins. "Yeah?"
Finally, Avdol can return his smile. "Yes."
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