Ander - Part 4: Subchapter 30
Chunks of meat dribbled from his chin like tallow until there was only a red, dripping skull staring back at him with empty sockets, steaming in the golden rays. "what are you staring it?" it asked, clacking its sharp teeth together.
Mutants (Chapter 4)
The mixture dribbled onto his boxers, sliding down the sides and front of his thighs. "good job, madeline. he's almost presentable." kent smirked as he knelt down in front of the jackalope.
A Pokemon's Forbidden Love; ch. 2
Closing both the taps off until they only dribbled out the droplets of water which had been trapped in the pipes, buck lowered glaisha into the warm water. she purred as it drenched her; covering her body until only her head and neck poked out.
To Be Forgotten
When he reached the cafeteria, blake picked up a stack of pancakes dribbling maple syrup all over them and a glass of fruit punch.
A Wolf Named Keirn
Keirn gained possession of the ball and quickly dribbled toward the goal. spot waved to him from his right and keirn quickly kicked the ball to him. but then a huge force careened into keirn, knocking him into the gym floor, hard.
Hell on Earth. Chapter 1
The black, dribbly candles he'd been burning had extinguished themselves in gloopy puddles. the television had been turned off. the night outside was clouded and inky. it was late. or early.
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 32
Nilia kicked him one last time, but he simply wobbled a bit and lay still, blood still pouring from his shattered nose in filthy dribbles.
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 7
It flowed from the corners of his eyes like crimson tears, it dripped from his nose in a steady patter, it dribbled from his lips. there was even blood seeping from his ears.
Ander - Chapter 6, Subchapter 78
He was about to ask if something was wrong, but then a thick line of puss dribbled from beneath his eyepatch. there was a mess of it caked onto his fur in a sickly yellow lump and dorin had to look away to keep from vomiting.
Book of Warlock 10. Great Balls of Fire.
The general had the sort of power every would-be mage dribbled over, if he really stopped to connect himself to reality, he could change it if he so desired. maybe being obsessed with fireballs wasn't so bad.
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 51
Her face was caked in drying splatters of it, and even more was constantly dribbling down her neck and seeping into her clothes, which wasn't a pretty green anymore, but a mottled mess of reddish brown splotches.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 48
He shouted, blood dribbling form his mouth. "they're killing you!" "stay back!" a haymaker of a blow collided with his temple, sending a bright red flash of pain tearing through his skull.