#amanmolded

@sebastianshaw - it's a cocoa flavored cookie that's dusted with edible gold powder and a chocolate ganache and edible gold filling.

@amanmolded - a speculoos flavored cookie exterior with a cookie butter cream center. The face shadows are a finishing touch and the macaron can be made without the charcoal ash dusting.

//Oh god uhh..

Back in the day Wesker kept a slide whistle in his pocket during S.T.A.R.S.

@amanmolded​: “Whose blood is that?” 𝚂𝚆𝙴𝙴𝚃 & 𝚂𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙳𝙸𝙰𝙻𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂  || accepting 

Heisenberg stopped with his motions, turning his head to face him - their gazes met and he could see the obvious question lingering within the other’s big eyes, a chuckle escaping him.

“Oh, just the blood of an innocent virgin I murdered mere seconds ago. Awful little lady, couldn’t stand her anymore.”

He paused, still grinning, observig how soft, innocent features changed quickly, dread and fury creeping its way up onto Ethan’s face, eyes wide, mouth agape before he inhaled, probably to say something, to spit bitter poison at the Lord---...

“You should see your face, Winters.” Really. Karl couldn’t stop a soft laugher from escaping his lips, turning into a chuckle before he spoke once more. “Darlin’, relax. I was jokin’! ---It’s my own fucking blood.” Tilting his head with a cock of his brow he held up his right arm, showing off the obvious injury that ran along his skin, nearly reaching from his wrist up to his elbow in a perfectly straight cut, bleeding profusely.

The weight of him was landslide heavy, humid breath to the hollow of her collarbone in sucking plumes. Even through her thin blouse, Donna could feel the cascade of sweat that ran off Ethan’s febrile skin. She dared not move a millimetre. Unsure if her confession had provoked his ire or something else entirely. So they sat, silent now that Donna’s hiccupping words had died to his touch, melted together through sick slickened flesh. 

Everything beyond the immediate seemed to fade away into irrelevancy. The ticking of the clock. The tampered cup of tea that had cooled to room temperature. The crash of window shutters that had come loose in the storm. All sensations far away now. All that mattered was the sugar sweet scent of petals and the stink of their own sweating bodies.  

It is with the crook of her trembling finger that Donna raised his chin from her shoulder, twisting at the hip to open her posture wide to him and caught his jaw with her other hand. She stared at his face for a long moment, dancing between his eyes and his lips. Both are dappled pink and radiated something so alien it makes Donna want to retch. Could it be desire? 

She was moaning something. It isn’t words. Just noises deep in her chest that come unbidden. An animal sound. “Mm.”

Donna’s face made contact with Ethan’s own, forehead to forehead, protected only by the cotton thin barrier of her veil that was damp with her own tears. She wanted to bite at him with her teeth. Feel goosepimples against her tongue. Instead, her grip lowered from his chin to his broad scarred wrist. An anchor that the one beside her was not entirely whole either. Her words were a feather soft brush to his lips. 

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the big problem is both harvey and eddie are basically

joker 2.0

and not really true to their typical characterization

BUT I STILL LOVE IT

"Isnt that exactly what we are doing, Ethan? Or have i been misreading things?" Was he teasing or joking? It was hard to tell in his tone. "Like i give a damn what anyone else thinks." That much was true, the only person that would pose a problem was Miranda but that trash took itself out in Karl's eyes. He stepped a bit closer to Ethan, pulling his sunglasses off when he looked down at him. "I know im not the only one whos enjoyed the flirting. You finally got over hating me. I never hated you, you know. Ive always found you so fascinating." He spoke in a smooth tone yet with the same drawl he always had. "Dont tell me you dont want that wife of yours finding out." That made him laugh finally and it was quickly followed by Karl very obviously checking Ethan out. "Im up for some competition. You'd make the show worth it and you know i enjoy my shows."

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃   "  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  “   𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐌𝐘   𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐓𝐎   𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑   𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘   𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒.   𝐍𝐎   𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃  .

@amanmolded​​ asked :   Smash or pass wlskkskdjdjej (I JUST WANNA FEEL THAT DISGUSTED JUDGEMENT)