Inheritence -Chapter 1-
I waited six years to find my granddad's favorite brand of pomade. i wasn't the kind of lad, from childhood to now, who was known to explode with emotions.
Boundless Skies- Chapter 6- The Luminescent City
"pomade, very loose hold and non- offensive..." she said, as if it explained ren's next barrage of complaint and questions.
Close Shave
Then he looked at his face in the mirror, turning it to-and-fro to admire the cut of his ruff and the way the bar barber had slicked back the tuft between his ears with some sweet-smelling pomade. "we done here bill?"
Looking Good, Looking for Love
Quill said to himself, smoothing out the pomade in his hair. though he only had his slacks on, peter could barely contain his excitement. he'd only heard stories about ravager weddings from his old shipmates, rare as they were.
The Pitch
His hair slides free from his pomade, lightening from black to dark brown and curling as it grows. his ears flick. they're higher on his head, round, with black rims, filled with fur.
Fraternization In The Ranks
Rottweiler resting next to him, sweaty, cropped-eared and muscular, opted simply for the old pillow, and rested one paw over his belly while the other operated a cigarette, the last from a crumpled-up package on the nightstand, next to the small jar of pomade
Electroluxe!, Chapter Seven.
\>brushing your teeth in your attached bathroom, getting your work pants and undershirt on, and putting the pomade in your hair all blended together into a thick soup of half awake thoughts and movements.
Night at the King's Carnival
The shark grabbed a huge tub of pomade and a tube of superglue off the shelf. with a plastic spoon, he scooped some grey pomade into a disposable bowl and squirted some superglue into the mix.
Sabre of Fox - prolouge
T any frenchman with powdered wig and pomaded mouth, but one with a head shaved after knight fashion and with scars after a sabre. polish nobleman isn?t any spaniard with flounces and puffed sleeves, but one with linen garment that isn?
Star Fox: Inertia - Ch. 7 of 12
Lombardi dug through the boxes, pulling out a tin of keenpreen feather pomade. he scooped out a glop of it, worked the waxy substance into his crest, and swooped into an impromptu pompadour.
War Paint
And what else could he do- the leather jackets and the pomade for his head-fur, the switchblades were the camouflage and armor for a damaged warrior, which he saw in the mirror?
The Difference Between Drunk and Toddler
I had some pomade in my hair to show off the green and added the glow in the dark ball ends to my industrial bar (long bar that goes in the ear cartilage through two piercings). the bartender was a tiger. his stripes dyed in a rainbow.