Another Day in Limbo
He'd spent extra time on his signature smokey mascara and dark eyeliner, something he liked to think people noticed in the dimly lit clubs he used to frequent.
Chapter Five
She quickly wiped her face and redid her mascara. again, this was a lot clumsier than how gadget did it, dale managed to it. she then took a last look at herself.
When Dawn Meets Dusk Part 2
"damn, my mascara's running" spike sobbed, he picked up a tissue and wiped the tear and mascara from his eyes, he tossed the tissue in the garbage and sat down to play the game again, hour later he stopped, he saved the game and shut off the system, he walked
Chapter 11: What Got Into Tammy
She blinked and felt the cheap mascara stinging her eyes. she had worn makeup, had put it on so she could look her prettiest when she surprised david in his bed. looking at the black stain of mascara on her wrist, she suddenly felt very stupid.
The Meeting - Part 1: Being put in place.
The black of her mascara smeared across the side of her face already. "where's my fucking dance whore"
Beatrice Santello (Ch 9) - Gravity
Her mascara-streaked eyes looked at him. the bloodshot eyes no longer sought comfort. they had turned hard, but also a deep sadness lay behind them. "no germ. i'm not going to be alright ever again i don't think. oh germ. i've been so stupid.
The Master of the Ass
The lizard took more of the mascara, drawing lines along his thighs and down along his balls, pushing past them to his asshole. "secret sex art 551: the fuckable ass of gods!"
Seaside Slut
With great care he applied the blue eyeshadow to his eyelids before using the mascara to lengthen his lashes. he liberally applied the ruby red lipstick to his plump lips.
Unreal (Alternate Ending)
Kuari wiped some runny mascara from my eye carefully. a kid ran up to us with a phone, "damn, she ain't playin, look at that!" the kid noting my mascara tear, thrusting his fancy glass rectangle phone into my face.
Unreal (Official Version)
Kuari wiped some runny mascara from my eye carefully. a kid ran up to us with a phone, "damn, she ain't playin, look at that!" the kid noting my mascara tear, thrusting his fancy glass rectangle phone into my face.
The Retreat [Animal Crossing Character TF/TGs]
mascara formed, highlighting terry's new eyebrows. freckles formed on his cheeks not unlike liz as his legs became shorter, feet becoming blue. terry's hips and rear expanded outward to feminine proportions as a flat pink tail formed behind him.
Like Mother, Like Daughter
Her mascara ran and lipstick smeared across her face. in the dim light, there was nothing of her left but the interplay of color: the red and blue dyes of her makeup, the white fluids and gold jewelry against the greys of her fur and flesh.