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halloweencrafts:

DIY Inspiration: Skin Cake by Gillian Bell. How to make this cake? Drape flesh colored fondant over a red velvet cake and stitch it up.
How to get the right shade? I only use Wilton paste icing colors - they are more expensive than liquid food coloring but will last you a lifetime. You only have to use a teeny bit on a toothpick for very vivid colors. Here’s a chart for getting the colors you want and for flesh it states:

FLESH: Add just an extremely small touch of Copper to white icing. Ivory can also be used. Light pink with a small amount of brown.

For more skin tones there is a forum on flesh colored fondant here.
Here’s another Gillian Bell Cake.
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halloweencrafts:

DIY Inspiration: Skin Cake by Gillian Bell. How to make this cake? Drape flesh colored fondant over a red velvet cake and stitch it up.

How to get the right shade? I only use Wilton paste icing colors - they are more expensive than liquid food coloring but will last you a lifetime. You only have to use a teeny bit on a toothpick for very vivid colors. Here’s a chart for getting the colors you want and for flesh it states:

FLESH: Add just an extremely small touch of Copper to white icing. Ivory can also be used. Light pink with a small amount of brown.

For more skin tones there is a forum on flesh colored fondant here.

Here’s another Gillian Bell Cake.

http://angercore.tumblr.com/post/93243358329/thelogicsphere-logic-scrubbed-at-his-face-with

thelogicsphere:

Logic scrubbed at his face with a jacket sleeve, the whole of which was equally as ruined as Anger’s shirt, but he smiled.

"… I love you too and, thank you." The jacket ended up discarded, with Logic opting to wear just the shirt under it. He was still stressed and it looked…

"… okay. Let’s get out of here."

The mushiest of dorks. Logic lightly squeezed Anger’s hand.

It meant the world to have him there at that moment. The amount of affection he was feeling toward Anger may have been nearly palpable to the emotional AI.

Not wanting to waste any time, Logic followed him out the door.

daughter-of-glados whispered,

She sat, listening carefully and ignoring the pup for the time being. "It's ok to rant, that's why we're talking." she offered a reassuring smile. "I'm really sorry about him, but he'll be ok soon. I don't want to sound so cheesy and stuff, but maybe you don't need to act offensively right now. It might help to ease your worry by just being right with him until he's better."

"You’re probably right. I’ve been with him every spare moment I have, and it does help." There’s a smile! A weak and short lived one, though. Killer settles on curling up on her feet. "I’m just afraid it will happen again if I do nothing."

"The facility, all facilities, only know violence. That is what it feels like." Another drawn out sigh. "I wish I could to talk to that woman, find out why this happened, but the urge to dismember her outweighs the wish the be civil."

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18 hours ago

daughter-of-glados whispered,

She followed him in, taking notice of the puppy and trying not to make a face. It was cute, but now was not the time. "I wouldn't expect anything else. Someone you are close to is sick, of course you'd worry."

"He’s my son. Or, I consider him to be." Logic sat down on a chair, and motioned for GLaDE to do the same if she wanted. Killer kept up the shenanigans.

"The last time he was injured, I was not there when it happened and yet I shot a woman. This time I was there to see harm come to him and, while there are many things I wish to do, there’s nothing I can."

"The whole situation is terrible, and worse still the more I think about it. My apologies if I am ranting, but it weighs heavily on me."

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19 hours ago

daughter-of-glados whispered,

"I see." She paused, deciding what to say at a time like this. "Do you wanna talk about it? It might not do much, but it might help clear your mind."

"… suppose it wouldn’t hurt."

He opened the door further and stepped aside, inviting her into his and Anger’s room. His husband looked to be out, probably busy, but Killer was there.

The puppy, on his back and doing some silly wiggling on his little doggy bed, was in stark contrast to Logic’s mood. Upon seeing a visitor, Killer wiggled himself onto his paws to greet her.

"I don’t really know where to start, though. All I’ve been able to do since it happened is worry."

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20 hours ago
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pensive-harpy whispered,

I can do those colors! Hmm, I'll be sure to pick out something cute, yet dignified! *grins and accepts the potato masher* Awesome! *starts in on them* How do you usually season the mashed potatoes?!

"Fantastic." Smile smiles!

"I generally keep it simple. Salt, garlic, maybe a little pepper, and butter." And monoammonium phosphate, but he has a feeling she’d complain about ‘allergies.’ Humans are just picky eaters.

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21 hours ago
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daughter-of-glados whispered,

"N-No, ah-" What to say, what to say? "I heard you have a little, uh, issue going on and I'm here to see how I can help?" A very tiny smile. Hopes that got the point across without too much upsetting.

"Do you mean Space..?"

Goodbye fake smiles, hello defeated expressions!

"I don’t know if there is much more that can be done. Anger has spoken with GLaDOS and I believe he may have spoken to others." Siiigh. Seems as though he’s still in the midst of a pity party. "I don’t know what to do. The offer is appreciated, however."

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23 hours ago

daughter-of-glados whispered,

Thank goodness Anger didn't answer the door. There was awkward written all over that sibling? relationship. "Hi Logic! You look well.." totally. yup. "How's it going?"

"It’s…" How to answer that.. "… it is going well." Look at that smile! Totally not forced in the slightest! Nope, not at all lying.

"To what do I owe this visit? Are you here to see Anger?"

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23 hours ago
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pensive-harpy whispered,

*holds the potatoes in a bowl, salivating over the now-cooking meat* They're yours! And sure, I'd be happy to make you as many as you'd like! Any color or pattern preferences?

Despite what it was, he couldn’t deny it smelled great. Almost hated that fact. It didn’t smell like any meat he’d cooked before.

"Blue, red, purple. The pattern does not matter to me, honestly. Something cute, perhaps." Eh, they were sharing a cannibalist moment. Why not request cute oven mits?

A moment of rummaging through drawers produced a potato masher!

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1 day ago