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It’s here! Thanks to all of your votes we are happy to officially announce Grand Theft Auto as the prompt for COManyCakes 2025. We’re so excited to see what everyone will create this year!

Grand Theft Auto (the crime not the video game) “I’ll steal it if I have to!” I shouted up the drive. “Or I’ll steal a bus!” Does Baz steal Fiona’s car? A bus? Something else? Or maybe some other Carry On character needs wheels…

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hcs: She/They Bright, She/It Strawberry, She/He Brave

Context/Setting: The four came back to the hotel for a warm place to stay in the winter.

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GingerBright stared at the closet, thinking.

"What if I tried something instead of the same dress.. Oh!"

They picked up one of Strawberry's hoodies, snagged a skull clip, and a white scarf.

"This will be perfect for the cold weather out there, hehe!"

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Bright walked out of the hotel room, to the lobby, wearing a strawberry hoodie, a skull button in their hair, and a white scarf around their neck, nearly covering her mouth. Underneath it was her normal attire.

In the lobby was GingerBrave polishing a candy cane, Strawberry Cookie focused on a game, and Wizard Cookie murmuring spells into his memory.

Brave looked up at Bright, surprised to see her covered in the other's clothes.

"Is that one of my skull clips?" He looked at it, and her own in her icing swoop.

"Hehe, maybe!"

Strawberry glanced at the commotion and stared at the pink hoodie that her girlfriend is wearing.

"Is...is that mine..?" It spoke up.

Bright just grinned.

And finally, Wizard closed his book, and chimed in.

"What is goi- ..Is that my other scarf??"

"Maybe..!" She looked down at him, smiling.

"You could have just asked for it.." The mage sighed.

"..whatever, let's go.."

The other 3 followed him outside.

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SORRY THIS WAS RUSHED BUT I HAD FUN WRITING IT 🙏

"Look at this pretzel."

Juliet holds the massive pretzel in front of her face. The snack she insisted upon is larger than his entire head and there's no way - even with their combined efforts - they are going to finish the thing. Not with the amount of beer currently taking up space in his stomach. But her eyes are shining with more than the countless number of beers she's had.

She looks happy.

"It's so big," she assesses with wonder, lifting the pretzel between them.

Sawyer leans forward and takes an exaggerated bite of the bread, watching her lips split with delight.

It had been his turn to pick their yearly getaway and Oktoberfest had been on his list for a while now. Because a festival celebrating beer? With his wife in a cute but corseted dress the entire time? What more could he want?

Juliet had researched the event nearly a year in advance, creating a powerpoint-like presentation to show him how things were to be done when they arrived. Since it was just the two of them, she found it silly to try and reserve an entire table months in advance - as all the festival dedicated websites and pinterest guides had advised her to - so it was up to them to know which tent they wanted ahead of time and race for it as soon as the gates open.

It was like that movie he watched with Clem and David recently. The Hunger Games, he thinks? Only they were fighting for a place to comfortably enjoy their beers.

They arrived early at the gates this morning, camping out near the front of the crowd at nearly 7 a.m., and when the time came, they locked hands and didn't let go until they were sliding onto a bench in a tent called "Kufflers Weinzelt".

She told him to pick which tent he wanted while they were mulling over all of this late one night in April, and his eyes had snagged on this particular tent when he saw that it had a "groovy 70s atmosphere". She grinned at him when he pointed to it on the computer screen, pecking a pleased little kiss to his cheek.

Of course, they were here for an entire weekend, so this was just the first of their three choices (Juliet has ensured they have backups lined up that he'd be happy to try as well - hell, he isn't all that picky), but he was happy they made it to their intended destination.

They spent all morning in the tent, trying different beers and a few wines, until they'd finally shuffled out for a late lunch. He'd done his fair share of research too, and apparently, lunch in the tents was overpriced and dangerous. Lots of flying rotisserie chickens from drunken patrons, he was warned.

He could handle any kind of debauchery thrown at him, but he preferred not to risk Juliet being hit by an airborne dead bird.

"Come on, baby. You need some real food, not just bites from your giant pretzel," he chuckles, using the arm around her waist to tug her towards a booth hosting a variety of meats and hearty protein.

"Pretzel will soak up the beer," she reasons, stumbling a little as they walk.

She's wearing heeled sandals that make her legs look ridiculously long, especially when paired with the 3-piece dress she's wearing. The dirndl (the ensemble's official title, according to Juliet) is sage green with delicate lace detailing along the bodice and draped atop the skirt like an apron. Soft gold ribboning ties her into the corset and circles around her waist. She has a simple white blouse buttoned up beneath it, but the buttons are undone as far as he can see and the corset is... flattering.

Probably the least practical thing she's ever worn and probably one of the best things he's ever seen.

It's the only way she got him to wear shorts and matching suspenders.

"You should show off your legs more often," she teased him in the hotel this morning, hooking her index finger in a suspender strap and letting it snap against his chest.

"Take me on the ferris wheel first," Juliet muses at his side now, nudging him away from the food and towards the slew of carnival rides.

"You really wanna go on a spinning circle right now, Blondie?" he huffs, letting her lead the way nonetheless.

She's not drunk, not yet, but she's close. By their second round of drinking this evening, he's sure he'll be carrying her back to the hotel they walked over from. Which will be interesting, since he'll likely be drunk by then too.

At least he's always been a good functioning alcoholic.

Juliet circles around to stand in front of him, testing fate and walking backwards in those heels. She loops her arms around his neck and smiles up at him, lazy and loose, tilting her chin up to bump his nose with her own.

"But James," she whispers, lips spreading wide enough that he can feel the graze of her teeth as she leans in close. "I kinda want somewhere comfortable to sit and kiss you for a while."

A surprised laugh rises from his chest. Another thing about a drunk Juliet? She can become especially affectionate.

Sawyer stalls their pitiful progress towards the carnival and angles his head, presses his smile to hers. She hums into his kiss, swaying into him in the middle of the festival grounds. The traffic of the crowd parts around them, the leisurely attitude of the attendees allowing for a lack of irritation at their display.

Her fingers run through his hair and she parts her lips beneath his, letting him taste the medley of beers and wines and salt from the pretzel on her tongue.

She kisses him lazily for a long moment before she pulls away, stains her grin to his cheek, something like a giggle reverberating against his skin.

"Mm, love you."

"Ferris wheel makeout it is," he decides on a sigh, drawing back to see her flushed cheeks, the bouncing curls of her blonde hair pulled back from her face and cascading down her shoulders. Sawyer digs in the pocket of his shorts, pulls out the cash they have on hand. "Probably gonna be on this one for a while."

Saurons reaction is :shudders:

sounds perfect!! and in honor of the great @snowflakenali birthday, have some dayasco!

Happy thanksgiving and I wanted to say that I am incredibly grateful to be a part of this community and get to know all of you lovely people so, have a great day today and hug the ones you love close 💕💕

Daya and Bosco were packed into their small Toyota, music quietly playing on the radio as they drove down the road to for the holidays.

Daya was typing on her phone, peaking her head up every once in a while to looks over at Bosco as they stayed focused on the road. The food they made was packed away in the backseat, Mac and cheese and pizza dinner rolls as they were 1, easy and 2, the only things their friends were confident they wouldn’t end up burning.

Bosco reached over and squeezed Dayas hand, knowing she was getting antsy. “We just have one more hour, baby. Then we’ll be there and get to eat.”

“We’ve been in here forever though.” The tall girl grumbled, happily taking her girlfriends hand in her pouting. “And I’m getting hungry cause it smells really good in here.

“I know.” They chuckled, taking her and and kissing her knuckles. “The second we get there I’ll make you a plate.”

“Thank you.” Daya smiled, playing with the rings on their fingers. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Silence settled around them as the car turned down a wooded road, trees and a variety of colorful leaves filling their windows. It was beautiful and Daya watched them go by ad they got close and closer to Angerias.

“What was that song about the woods we learned around thanksgiving?” She asked after a moment, looking over at her girlfriend.

“Uh I’m not sure what you’re talking about baby.”

“It was about like driving through woods and rivers… oh! Over the river and through the woods to grandmothers house we go!” Daya grinned, remembering the tune and singing the first few lines.

“That might just be a Missouri thing because I have never heard that.” Bosco laughed, smiling at her cute singing even though Daya always said it was awful.

“It feels like that song right now.” She giggled, curling up in her seat to be facing them better. “Cause yknow were doing that thing.”

“Driving?”

“No but it’s like a gay thing.”

“Going to a Friendsgiving?” They raised a brow before they both burst into laughter and giggles. They laughed until their cheeks were rosy and hurting from their smiling. This is what they wanted for the holidays, being together with their love and having a great time with them.

Bosco reached over and took Dayas hand again, kissing her fingers. “I love you, baby. I’m so thankful we get to be together.”

“Aw baby,” Daya cooed, kissing Boscos hand back and squeezing tight. “I’m thankful to be with you too. You’re the greatest thing ever in my life. Love you so much.”

as an apology for breaking your heart with the last crygi prompt, here is a significantly much sweeter prompt to hopefully ease the pain lol. tysm again for the prompt!! 🥰💖💖

this is a royalty au, and in this crystal uses she/they pronouns gigi uses she/her

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“I was hoping to find you again,”

The voice startles Gigi from fidgeting with the ribbons of her masquerade mask, turning her gaze from the royal gardens to look behind her. She feels she should know the person but she just couldn’t quite recognize their face. 

“You look familiar,” Gigi says almost more like a question, tilting her head to the side like a curious puppy.

The person lets out a quiet chuckle, “Perhaps this might help your memory,” They hold their removed masquerade mask over their face and in seconds Gigi’s eyes light up.