Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 98
She flung it aside and wiped her hands on her chest, smearing kadai's necklace with blood. "i didn't do it! _i didn't do it!
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 35
She nodded, smearing her tear streaked face against his clothes. "uh-huh." "dad?" luke was sitting up, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. "something wrong?" "she just had a bad dream, is all. you can go back to sleep." "vee did?"
New Threads: Halloween pt.3
She scrubbed until she felt like she was about to flay the skin off her hands but all that was accomplished was that the paint was smeared and spread up to her wrist, with what paint that did rub off on the rag soaking onto her other, previously clean hand
Horizion (Steel Beast)
Cold metal, blood smeared on the walls, silence filling the void. his beast was dead. something had hit; he remembered now. an explosion - sound faded, a speeding mass punched through the vehicle shattering metal and bone and flesh. then all went dark.
What Was Broken [12]
smear tactics like this aren't usual mob retaliation for what you did. like i said, i have a few ideas." "yes, but what about your superiors, if they get it?"
RBHOS: Baking
At last, with the final smears of frosting, the finishing touches to the cake were applied.
Inhuman | Chapter 04: Memories [old edition]
The rebels were organizing a complete wipeout of anyone with "loyalist" ties (the rebellion's smear of anyone with links to the federal corinthean government) in their ever-continuing bid to take over capital city.
My Boyfriend is a Werewolf: Chapter 9
She squirted the bottle into her hand and rubbed her hands together before she started to smear the lubricant all over her breasts.
Fledgling Developments part 1
His sides were painted with stripes of green and black to break up his outline, but all the sneaking through the forest had smeared the camouflage paint into wide streaks of mixed, muddy colour. “you were too early! does it look like i can teleport?”
SFTP (Trailer #1: The Move)
"_ _ **thatonenetwork presents** _ nick opened the front door, looking inside to see his best friend, george, laying on the couch with a swollen basketball belly on him, food smeared on his mouth, his shirt buttons looking as if they were about to pop, the
Pedigree - Ch2.
She knocked the ceramic off the table in the process, too focused on chasing the last smear of grease to care. “easy,” i sighed, setting my mug down and retrieving the plate before it could shatter. “you’re hungover, not feral.”
Arc 1 - Part 2 - Mine Delving
Morty's usual vibrant red mohawk was a lank, greasy black colour and his insultingly flamboyant clothing was drab, smeared and probably ruined.