Blush Blush Markiplier Novels & Stories

Her tears spilled freely now, her face raw with the weight of memory. Liora’s own eyes stung. Her voice came out small, uncertain. “Luna… my mark was faint too. When I was little, I could hardly see it at all. But as I grew older…” She hesitated, then pulled her sleeve back once more, baring the glowing crescent to the Luna’s tearful eyes. “…it began to spread. To burn brighter. To grow.” Loretta’s hand flew to her mouth. Shock flooded her face, chasing away the grief, and for a moment she simply stared as though the world had tilted. “Goddess above… just like her.”

I’d never been much for wearing a lot of makeup, just mascara and if I felt I needed something extra, then a bright red lipstick. Mark had been late, holding one single white rose, and looking sexy in a dark blue shirt and black, tight jeans. The blue had made his eyes look like the ocean on a clear, sunny day, his skin looked tanned, and his smile was contagious. We had talked for hours before remembering to eat and we had seen each other every day since that night. ‘You okay babe?’ I jump before feeling Mark’s arms caressing me from behind, and I lean into his heat and smell of oakmoss, bergamot and something else...

Red flips him off, but he’s grinning. Red stands, hand on hip, glaring playful death. “Watch it, stripper boy.” “By the way,” Knox adds, jerking his thumb at Blaze, “he’s totally gay and a full-time Magic Mike. Owns it harder than his thong collection.” Blaze strikes a pose, hand on hip, blowing a kiss. “Sunshine, I own that I’m a gay stripper. Pays the bills, keeps the boys happy, and my ass looks fantastic in glitter. Keep throwing shade, I’ll just reflect it back in sequins.”

​"Now, Aris!" ​As the doctor quickly hooked up the leads and adjusted the sensors, I stood back, my hands trembling. I stared at her neck. The Mark, that beautiful curse that had started all of this, was no longer its usual faint silver. It was pulsing. A toxic, bruised violet light emanated from her skin, casting an eerie glow across the underside of her jaw. It looked like a living thing, a parasite gorging itself on whatever was left of her spirit. Just like it did with the void.

Emma moaned, pushing her back toward the wand, the plug shifting inside her as her hips rocked. “Almost done,” Mark said, voice calm and certain. He moved the tip down the small of her back, filling in the spaces between the words, making the lettering bold and permanent-looking. The third baby kicked hard beneath her skin, right where the ink would sit, and she felt it as if the new mark was claiming that spot too. “There. Done. It looks so real now, even though it will wash off in a week or two. But the feeling… that’s forever.”

I approached her as she handed me a Marc Jacobs Beauty Le Marc Lip Créme Lipstick. "Do you think it would look good on my skintone?" I asked as I looked at the shade name, it was in the shade Shush Blush. "Yes, look!" she exclaimed as she reached for the lipstick sample and swatched it on her wrist. It had a cream finish, a warm tone, and a medium plum color lipstick. I thought that would be wonderful for gradient lips, so I nodded and smiled at Zeiara, telling her that I thought it was nice.

"The doll is so realistic. I think it costs tens of thousands of dollars... Did they spend so much on a prop? The show must have quite the budget! What brand is it? Could they let us know? I want to buy one... for research purposes..." Sigrid saw them put the doll back down. Rachel then touched around the doll and took out a box of rouge from its chest area. "Is this the exorcism tool?" Cyrus furrowed his eyebrows and said, "Maybe. But how do we use it?" Rachel opened the rouge, dipped a little, and applied it on her hand. "Wow, isn't this from NARS? Its latest product is called the orgasm blush, right?" Cyrus was dumbstruck.

Sitting next to Mable, Blair gleefully watched the woman apply blush to her cheeks. He lifted the lipstick from the vanity set and deftly unscrewed the cap. “I’ll apply the lipstick for you, Mabes.” Mable was amused. “Do you know how to apply lipstick, darling?” “I know from observing you put on lipstick every day.” Mable put down the brush and turned to Blair. “Alright.” She opened her lips, waiting for him to do the job. Blair picked Mable’s favorite lipstick, a graceful pinkish red that complemented her skin tone perfectly, deviating from the conventional red hue.

As Audrey opened her mind to the stone, the "Sapphire Peace" was incinerated. A flood of raw, jagged memories hit her: the smell of lye, the sting of the whip, the sound of her mother’s silent weeping. This was the "Primal Shadow"—the concentrated grief of a thousand years of "Worthless" lives. It wasn't a magic power. It was a Blight.

Natalie pushed him away when he tried to put some on her face. They quickly stooped as they remembered Timofey had already claimed half of it they paused. They lay next to each other feeling breathless. Natalie took off her shirt since she was wearing a tank top below it. The shirt was covered with some cake now. She turned to look at him and found him lying there, eyes closed breathing heavily cake smeared on his neck, down to his chest, and a little bit on his cheek and jaw. The sight made her gulp as her throat ran dry.