Weekly Adverb Drabbles

adverbially @ 2007-04-13T07:05:00

2007-04-13T14:06:10Z

Title: Warding
Author: Ali
Prompt: Immediately
Fandom: None

She breathed deeply before letting the air out on a high C, holding the note for eight counts, then dropping into the half-dance motions of spellwork. She traced the design with her feet, then immediately twirled, spinning her staff around and tapping lightly the focus which began to glow the clear blue of defensive magic.

Her note came back to her now, its pitch the same as the incantation used for the first casting of the house-ward spell. She stopped in the middle of the diagram and sang an A, feeling the harmonies reverberate, building the tension to a breaking point as the spell dispersed, its casting complete.

Prompt

2006-12-15T18:42:13Z

Week... four, is it? Yes, I think so.

Immediately.

Y'all should post more, it's lonely in here.

adverbially @ 2006-12-11T06:14:00

2006-12-11T06:14:40Z

Title: Pancakes
Author: Kirby
Prompt: disconcertingly
Fandom: Remington and Arcadia

There is something very off-putting about the way Arcadia flaunts it. She pulls random dates and memories out, just to tease Remington. She’s disconcertingly playful about the whole thing—as if it’s all just a game, and as if she’s content with that.

On Christmas, Remington wakes to find Arcadia in his kitchen, wearing nothing but a Santa hat and a long teeshirt, cooking pancakes. He knows that she knows that this is how Arthur greeted him on their first Christmas together, though Arcadia was far too young to remember the actual occasion.

“Wish you wouldn’t do that,” he groans, shuffling in to start the kettle for tea. He hasn’t had coffee since the Christmas after the one Arcadia is re-enacting.

“It’s good for you,” she chirps, flipping a pancake artfully into the air. “Anyways, you need feeding, and if Haley’s not here to do it, and Daddy obviously can’t, and Linda obviously won’t, who else?”

“Couldn’t you put on some pants?”

Her grin is the kind that would send straight men to their knees. “Pants are for squares,” she announces.

**

Title: Backwards
Prompt: Disconcertingly
Rating: R
Fandom: Harry Potter

Every time Ron bends over, Hermione is hit with the dizzying urge to pound her cock into him. It’s getting ridiculous—the little wave of sensation that gushes through her at the sight of his arse is obscene, and not a little disconcerting. She knows that the whole thing is perfectly backwards, and she’s perfectly aware that Ron probably experiences the exact same thing when she bends over, and she’s very hesitant to mention it.

However, when Harry is off saving the world over Christmas break, and the two of them are left alone in front of the Common Room fire waiting for their signal through the Floo, and when Ron is on all fours, arse in the air, as he prods the fire, it slips from her mouth before she can stop herself.

“You want to what?” Ron yelps, sitting up so fast he nearly bumps his head on the mantle.

“Er,” Hermione manages, but Harry chooses that moment to appear in the fire, bloody and disgusting, shouting for reinforcements.

adverbially @ 2006-12-07T19:45:00

2006-12-07T23:45:52Z

Both a little...on the smutty side? I don't know...odd, that.

Title: Shamelessly Late
Author: Kelly
Fandom (if any): None, general.
Prompt: Shamelessly, Week 2
Rating: PG-13 ..?

She strolled into the meeting twenty minutes late, but only one minute after her partner.

They turned to watch her entrance, some of the shock worn out on the first. They noticed her flushed skin, swollen lips, and fuller hair. Her locks had been entwined around fingers recently, fingers that had gripped, demanded, and satisfied.

She didn't bother blushing or making any apologies. If the boys could do it, and frequently, then where was the shame?

Besides, she liked the barely hidden smirk of seduction that still lingered on her partner’s lips - the promise that lingered behind her eyes.

Title: Knowledge is disconcerting.
Author: Kelly
Fandom (if any): None, general.
Prompt: Disconceringly, Week 3
Rating: PG-13...again?...I'm junk with ratings.

She wasn't supposed to know so much.

Normal people didn’t know about that kind of literature, and they didn’t go around spewing out defenses of that kind of political view.

It was disconcerting, to say the least.

But it was worse when she knew other things she had no right knowing. Nobody had to tell her how to let her fingernail trail down the cord of her neck or how to suck gently just under her ear so that it felt like she was quickening the pulse in her veins.

She had no right to make her tremble that way.

Week Three Prompt

2006-12-06T02:48:28Z

The prompt for week three is:

disconcertingly

And, y'all, please post, mine looks all lonely on the comm page!

adverbially @ 2006-11-25T08:46:00

2006-11-25T08:46:31Z

Title: Invasion of a Territory
Author: Kirby
Rating: um. PG? Ish?
Prompt: Shamelessly
Wordcount: 183 because I have no sense of self-control

She strode in, chin held high, shamelessly. A few of the boys stared at her, but she didn’t notice, because she knew The Rules: no talking, no looking. Still, no reason to stare at the floor, nor any reason to look at all embarrassed—there was no law against it, certainly, and no reason why she shouldn’t be there.

She headed directly for a stall. Had she been able, she might’ve used the urinal, but that was a bit beyond her scope just now. Anyways, the adrenaline curled her guts tightly enough, her shaking hands reminding her of everything that was wrong with this. She peed as loud as she could, just to make the point. None of them commented, though as she exited and washed her hands brazenly, she caught a few double-takes in the mirror. She nearly bumped into another one on her way out, but felt triumphant about the whole thing for the rest of the day. Ha, she thought to herself, staring down boys boldly in the halls, I have pissed in your territory, and you couldn’t stop me.

Week Two Prompt

2006-11-23T05:21:12Z

The prompt for week 2 is:

shamelessly.

Enjoy (shamelessly).

adverbially @ 2006-11-14T08:50:00

2006-11-14T08:50:39Z

Title: Spoke a Novel
Author: purple_chalk
Fandom (if any): Remington and Arcadia (mien novel)
Prompt: "Eloquently"
Rating: General

It was odd, that anyone could walk so eloquently. Volumes were expressed in her light step, the way her feet hardly seemed to touch the ground. Everything Arcadia did was, in essence, writing. Her entire body, her movements and simple existence seemed to drip with such rich language that Remington was forced to wonder how she ever got it all onto paper. How could such thick, decadent, silent words be distilled into harsh ink on paper, and still make any sense?

“Remington,” she spoke a novel, one autumn day. “Why don’t you write?”

He had to pause before answering. Finally, he shrugged. “I don’t have to. You’ve done it for me.”

Title: Politick
Fandom: Remington and Arcadia
Prompt: "Eloquently"
Rating: G

Linda spoke so eloquently of gritty politics, her face serene, blonde hair gleaming in the slanted autumn sunlight. She quoted Marx and Machiavelli so fluidly, with such natural grace and ease, that by the time Remington caught the reference she was already on to her next point. She gracefully sliced capitalism apart, dissecting the world around them with sharp, precise, smooth words. Arthur watched her talk with a soppy expression, and it made Remington want to argue against her, even though he agreed with every point she made.

Finally, he could take no more. Remington made his excuses, and walked home from the café alone, leaving his best friend to stare at this stranger, while she elegantly stripped away every notion of truth from the world.

adverbially @ 2006-11-14T01:49:00

2006-11-14T05:49:43Z

Title: Turning Pages
Author: colormeloved
Fandom (if any): None
Prompt: "Eloquently"
Rating: General

It was all in the eloquent process of his fingers.

His body barely shifted at all from the same position, but his fingers were in constant motion. They’d start at the top of the page, the ring finger delicately following the edge and then pulling it separated from the others so that the tiniest finger could slip underneath.

Then each finger crept behind, gliding down in increments almost too slow to watch, until he finished the last line- the last word. Once the page was turned, the fingertips pressed gently on until it rested, then returned to patiently start again.

Title: A Needed Apology
Author: colormeloved
Fandom (if any): None
Prompt: "Eloquently"
Rating: General

Apologies were never his strong suit.

He’d always found a way to justify his poor behavior, or else he had provoked someone into behaving poorly to a much greater extent so that his offense somehow seemed lessened.

But she was waiting for an apology; she deserved one.

Scratching idly at his left wrist, he thought through at least a half dozen ways to say it that might make her swoon in her forgiveness.

In the end, he looked up at her with a hitched brow and a guilty, crooked grin.

“I’m an ass,” he muttered, rather eloquently.

“You’re damn right.”

adverbially @ 2006-08-30T14:30:00

2006-08-30T21:30:30Z

Week #1 prompt: eloquently.

Any verbs, nouns, adjectives, and etcetera may be used in conjunction with this adverb. It doesn't actually have to be in the drabble, as long as something is being done eloquently. Have fun!