#punch bowls

[everotten]

the girl next door and the creature that lives down the street

[pricegouge]

this time you can thank woolie and stelle for this one

part three of the honey series

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gaz x f!reader

cw: f!reader. microphilia, objectification, exhibitionism. dubcon kinda but everyone is into it. MDNI

kyle had asked for dinner and a show, but it's hard to command a room at your size. harder still when you're trapped in a drink dispenser.

men stop occasionally, only usually taking notice of your presence after reading the card set beside your display, and then only usually if they were alone, no one to distract them. they'd hit the tap, sway idly, cast about for some sort of entertainment while the liquid bubbled around you, a series of temporary vacuums which made your ears thrum. eventually their eyes would land on the placard - fairy fresh honey, for your enjoyment - and they'd look to the dispenser with renewed interest, delighted even further when they caught the double meaning.

from your perch atop a raft of orange slices, you've been charged with keeping yourself entertained all night, a constant source of sweetener to make the punch more heady and saccharine by the hour. it was an easy task from the safety of your container. guests were permitted to look but not touch, and you'd be lying if you said it didn't do anything for you. you liked the attention, liked seeing the repeat customers getting more and more intoxicated as the night went on - with your taste, with the sight of you; it didn't matter much. just more kindling for the heat that burned within you. sometimes, they'd go and fetch their friends to share in their new-found treasure, a ring of guests looking on and cooing at you as you kept yourself teetering on that constant edge, teasing you to tip yourself over and give them what they wanted. their faces were refracted and distorted through your container, voices muffled, but it only added to it all, made them unreal and nonthreatening.

but kyle had said you couldn't, that you were to save yourself for his drink later, his 'nightcap', after everyone went home. he'd come by every now and again to sample the punch, make sure it wasn't overly sweet. he'd wink at you when he found you were behaving for once and reward you by being gentle when he'd have to top off the dispenser, a ladle kept down by surface level to ensure the drink mixture wouldn't splash too much as he poured it in. your little raft would float back to the top easily each time and then kyle would lean close to press a kiss against the sticky crown of your head and you'd start all over, skin abuzz with his touch.

but as the night drags on and little twinkle lights replace the sun, your bubble grows cold and your pleasure grows sparse. you tap on the glass as kyle passes with a tray of finger foods and he frowns at you for a moment before processing the ice still floating around in the punch, the warmth of the day having died off enough that they haven't melted in a timely manner. he nods and holds up his finger. wait. you're still pouting about it when he gets back and he laughs as he scoops you up in a cup, lets you hide low beneath the rim as he walks around saying good night to everyone.

outside of the protection of your container, the guests take on a bit of a beastly quality. you see more fairies, worn like lanterns on the hips of their companions, or decorated in jewels and chained to their throats like necklaces. you've always known you were lucky to have been found by kyle, but you gain a new appreciation for that when you see one poor soul clenched between the teeth of a rather grisly looking man, her face twisted in some bad mixture of pain and pleasure. some of them see you, dare to ask kyle for one last taste. you sink further into the cup each time, eyes burning as you stare up at them through the murkiness of the sugary punch. you wish kyle would put his hand over the cup like a lid but you know he likes showing you off too much and he never does, lets you flounder under each stranger's gaze as he takes too long to deny them.

but eventually everyone does leave, and kyle retreats inside where he places you on the counter in the kitchen and tells you to stay in your cup.

"don't worry, you'll be warm enough soon," he promises, then goes about getting the kettle on. he showers you in praises as he waits for it to warm because he doesn't play fair, tells you how well you did for him and how everyone talked about you. says you looked so cute on your clever little raft. he kisses your forehead again and grins when he sees how it makes your wings flutter.

he doesn't let the kettle come to a boil, stops it just before it can and pours some water on his wrist to make sure it's not too hot. his tea bag goes in before you but you're quick to follow, loosing a deep sigh as you're lowered into the welcome heat. you loosen up as the tea steeps, tacky, sugary residue left over the punch sloughing off in iridescent swirls across the surface as the water slowly darkens to his preferred level. you hadn't realized how sore you were until right then, the balance of having to keep your raft level while actively fidgeting on it all day having left your core a little overworked. kyle lets you steep just as long as the tea itself, cooing at you all the while just to watch you squirm.

but eventually it's enough and you grin when he goes to fish the bag back out, bare finger dipping into the mug alongside you. not even bothering with pretenses, it seems.

"c'mere," he mutters, but it's not the tea bag he goes searching for. you dodge him a few times, more out of playfulness than a genuine desire to deny him. kyle isn't fooled. he grins as he corrals you against the wall of the mug, the base of his forefinger pressed against your chest to keep you place as his finger tip slips lower, wedges itself between your thighs to force you straddle it. already you're leaking, muted gold ink swirling into his favorite nightcap.

"that's it, luv," he jostles his finger gently, encouraging you to ride it. he always takes good care of his fingers for you but in the heat of the tea his skin feels even softer, a pillow to rest your abused cunt on. when you rock forward, you can feel the hard ridge that makes up the inner hinge of his first knuckle. "one last show for the night, hm? just for me, so make it good."

[senuous]

literally them

[p-rtyboy]

Flag id: Two flags with the same format of 5 horizontal, even stripes, with a cocktail glass shape on the left. The Pink Lady Cocktail flag is colored, from top to bottom; dark raspberry, salmon pink, pale rose, and white. The cocktail glass has dark raspberry line art, with a thinner salmon pink and dark raspberry outline. The drink is colored salmon pink with a thin white line on the top.

The Black Window Cocktail flag is colored, from top to bottom; Black, carmine red, jasper red, light coral, and black. The cocktail glass has black line art with a thinner jasper red and black outlines. The drink is split between jasper red on top and very dark purple on the bottom. /end ids

Pink Lady [Cocktail]

Pt: Pink Lady [Cocktail] /end pt

Any queer person who presents their gender through the colors pink and white

Black Widow [Cocktail]

Pt: Black Widow [Cocktail] /end pt

Any queer person who presents their gender through the colors red and black

Coined on October 23rd, 2024

Colors based on the drinks, part of the Beverage Presentation System [link] by @satyrradio and Punch Bowl [link] by @blood-moon-night-coining

Tagging @radiomogai @obscurian and @presentationflag-archive

[ieatflaeks]

Gay people. pissme off 😞 [these are experimental drawings on how I draw max...this isnt finalized lol]

[thatsbelievable]

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

DAVE: yknow bisexuality aint that hard to understand. girls are cute. guys are cute. what more do you want from me

TEREZI: 1 W4NT YOUR W4LL3T

[chasingrainbowsforever]

~ Aqua and Silver ~

[struck-by-the-rain]

not my proudest work but I guess i had to draw them sigh

[stevetwisp]

Hey I need to know for fanart purposes... What sort of outfits Ditzy and Chrysalis would wear to a formal event like a party, wedding (not their own), dance, etc (assume that Ditzy like, convinced Chrysalis to at least try to dress up). Thanks! You don't gotta draw it if you don't want, descriptions would just help. I've just got a funny DerpyxChrysalis comic strip idea and I LOVE your ideas and designs for them, so... I figured I'd ask you for what you think they'd wear!

oooooo!!!!!! omg i'm so excited ok ok

i think for Ditzy she'd wear something masc leaning/andgrogynous (i like to think of her fashion sense as 'high school tomboy'; lots of big sweaters, t-shirts, shorts and, big shoes- the outfit she's usually in in the comics is her work uniform)

so i figured she'd go with a suit-ish look, with a flair that brings out her whimsical personality- skirt or pants don't matter but she'd def wear a bowtie LMAO I also see her a little colour-blind (both figuratively and literally) and can tend to lean into garish patterns

for Chrysalis, i imagine she has all these ooooooooold gowns from the past hundred years that are rotting in her closet- i like to imagine her formal fashion sense to be a weird mash of anything an elf wears in Lord of the Rings and dark palette with bit of a gothic flair

no spoilers or anything but i do have a comic coming up where they go shopping for clothes together (for no particular reason..... 👀) so i do think ditzy would be interested in fashion a bit, just wouldn't really care about looking "good", more just having fun~

aaaa i just woke up and now i wanna draw them in all kinds of outfits aaa thank you for sending me this ask, i really look forward to seeing any fanart you make if you do end up making it!!! and please send it to me if you post it!!!!!

thank you so much for liking my silly fancomic and thank you so so much for liking my designs haha i seriously appreciate it!!!!!!!! you are the best!!

💖💖💖

[blondebrainpowered]

Happy New Year, Charlie Brown!, 1986

[ltwilliammowett]

Punch bowl and Mug, England, 19th century

Decorated with a black transfer scene on the inside depicting the ship Caroline. Has the Mariner's compass on one side of the bowl and the Sailors Tear on the other side of the bowl. The Mug is decorated with a Mariner's compass.

[maddy-k-reads-all-day]

I feel like I have a curse that causes me to fall DEEPLY in love with anime that will probably never get a season 2.

[haveyouseenthismovie-poll]

[likea-black-widow-baby]

AITA for being cold to my crush who brushed me off?

Hey Reddit, I (25F) live next door to my crush (26F). We never really talked about it, but I’m quite sure the crush is mutual. Anyway, after work today I brought home extra pie from the diner where I work and some schnapps, and I went over to Crush’s place and see if we can have a girl’s night, you know? But she kept trying to get me out of her room and said she’s unwell when she was all made up and ready to head out. And /then/ our landlady came round to introduce the new tenant and Crush was super friendly to her! So I stomped back to my room and ignored her, but now I’m worried she might be mad at me. What do? AITA?

You are not TA, Crush was clearly lying to you and I'm sorry about the lack of transparency in your relationship. Hopefully it clears up soon because it sounds like you're really putting in the effort.

[shewhoworshipscarlin]

Punch bowl, 1695, England.