Duty Chapter 18: The Plunge
Makes me believe that my little smear campaign worked and he's ditched town. which i guess it good but..." joji tightened his grip on the steering wheel, making a squeaking sound as he squeezed the rubber coating. "but what?"
Ghosts
And sometimes, it's less like a fingerprint and more like a drop of blood smeared over the face of reality. whatever it is that makes up a soul or a ghost, it lingers and it remembers much more than a moment in time.
Two Worlds: Double D (6)
She moved her skirt up past her thigh, showing a hidden dagger sheathed and smeared in dry blood. flare smirked as damien growled in lust, he was turned on already.
Alex Skunk
Purple had blotted out my form, smeared over all my body, left nothing but vivid, toony colour. i was no different to anyone else here now; beholden to the much relaxed rules that were cartoon physics.
Love Struck Spark: Chapter 2
"okay, okay mom...you are embarrassing me" he said and she giggled and let go, her make-up smeared. he faced optimus who was smiling. "optimus...'ahem' would you like to be my boyfriend?" he asked and optimus chuckled and kissed his human again.
Exactly As It Should Be
His fur splayed wildly out all around his face from the dark blue fur that circled around his muzzle through the long, white smear of fur from his chin down to his crotch where it disappeared down beneath the tangled of the sheets.
Meant for Someone
Yet it didn't really matter anymore, the fox smeared egg yolk into the shape of some eyes and a smile. then he just ate everything up quietly and cleaned up the dishes and started brewing a cup of coffee.
The old red hen and the big bad fox chapter 3
The hen ginned a bit, between the bits of pie smeared on his fuzzy cheeks and his greedy grunting he almost looked like a pig. "... if you're not careful you're gonna end up turning into one..." he pushed away from the table and looked over to her.
The Leaves of Fall Act 2: Fear the Nobodies (Part 6)
Do you need to call the polic- \>wait \>no \>you see his body start to move, slow and dazed from the impact \>with a great effort he sits up \>smeared with blood and gravel, his face is set in a hard line, all sharp angles carved out of his fine
The Patchwork Soldier Part II
"i'm fine" "great, now will you please just smear this crap all over you? we don't have all day". there's no need to be surly i thought as i smeared the cold jelly over my fur. "hurry up!"
Heart of Ice
By the end of art class, the fur around my finger was gray from smearing pencil sketches. it was hard getting it off, especially with soap, but at least i got some of it off. i was gathering up my stuff when i felt a tap on my shoulder.
Immortal
The coffin breached hull and shot across the splay of slip-space colours that smeared past the archer-bay observation window.