Cry me a Murder (conclusion) Otherkin, my Demonheart
Darleen sat propped up against the wall, with her hands and feet tied up with a length of thick rope, blue like the mascara that melted and ran down her cheeks. either they got turned on by some seriously kinky shit, or slater had done a 180 on her.
The City of Lost Heaven: Chapter 18
Those eyes, surrounded by black mascara, measure me with a mixture of displeasure and surprise.
Dimensional Balance Chapter 20: Shooting Sparks
I'd like to see one of them try and use mascara...
Jackob's Life Chapter 5-3: Graduation Party
Thanks to her ice blue eyes, kerstin always had been an eye catcher and the black, yet subtle mascara she had applied to her lids only enhanced their hypnotic view.
True Love (A1, B1, C21 & Epilogue)
"you're glad you didn't wear mascara," said chance with a weak smile. "guess i still have my ability." his smile faded. "what happened to peri? i saw her die. what happens to her?" he sensed the answer from karla before the succubus could answer.
Scales and Honor: The Shattered God: Chapter 9
There was the tavern of many faces, with a mascaraed mask hanging on the door. she spun tales of adventurers that would swing in, enchant her with stories of their exploits. when she snuck out of the castle of course.
A Call to Arms (A1, B11, C6)
She brushed her teeth, flossed, used mouth rinse and spent a few minutes adding mascara to her eyelashes. next came the pink shade of lipstick. she used tissue paper to get rid of the excess application.
Chapter five
Around her dry chocolate eyes were trails of mascara running down her face along with the distinctive salinized, dusty alluvium of dried tears, intermixed with semi-wet trails of blood seeping from her head.
Old House on the Hill
Her mascara had run down her cheeks from all the crying she had done. her soft fur was a lovely shade of orange, while the white fur that traveled down from her short, narrow muzzle was a bright contrast against the orange.
Annette: Take Me Out Tonight
Not wanting to find out if my mascara was waterproof or not, i nodded assent, and said in defeat, "please just start the car." he petted my head again, and purred adoringly, "love you too, annette." this was all insane. every last second.
The Czar's Scepter
She sobbed, her mascara running down her face as she buried it into fifine’s shoulder. nadia looked grim. though she had won, and by a heavy margin at that, she had her own dead to bury at sea.
Slick Run, Ep. 1
Then, as fox found that adult life led to lofty and often overwhelming realms of responsibility, his dream boys in day-glo mascara and sharp lacy skirts also faded. soft and bright fabrics were replaced by rough denim and grungy army fatigues.