#Spaghetti Wednesday

[viscountofvarmints]

Spaghetti Wednesday!!!!

[lovebugism]

after skinny dipping at a lover’s lake alone, eddie is shocked to see someone else was there all along (reader) 🫶🏻

thank u for requesting anon! this prompt literally drove me insane! (in a good way)! — eddie falls in love with the weirdest stranger he's ever met in his life (wednesdayaddams!reader-esque, mentions of being naked, 18+ | 1.2k)

The edge of Lover’s Lake sits right outside Eddie’s trailer, partially visible through a thin treeline of bright orange oaks. He stumbles through it on graceless, lanky legs — high out of his mind, which is filled now with racing thoughts of boyish rage. 

He’s failing English (again), for one. For another, Corroded Coffin’s been bumped to Tuesday night shows instead of Friday nights (a death sentence if he ever saw one). And ever since then, Wayne’s been on his ass about working with him at the car shop (‘cause moonlight as a rockstar isn’t a real job, apparently.)

Eddie gets angrier the more he thinks about it — which is perpetually and without mercy. It makes his pale skin feel red hot, boiling to the touch, practically repelling every wisp of autumn breeze that threatens to cool him down. He wonders, briefly, if it could be the weed fucking with him. ‘Cause everything else has been today.

He stands on the grassy bank of the moonlit lake and strips off his clothes to find out. He stumbles trying to get his pants off, right after his chin gets stuck in the neck of his t-shirt. He doesn’t think to check if anyone’s around until he’s left only in his thin, navy plaid boxers.

“Free show?” a feminine, unfamiliar voice calls from the center of the pitch-black lake.

Eddie practically jumps out of his buzzing skin. His heart lurches into his throat as his palms hurry to cover his still-clothed crotch. “Shit!” he shouts, voice echoing over the empty clearing.

You don’t flinch at the volume of the voice. He can’t even tell if you’re blinking from here. You just remain in the middle of the rippling, silver water, only visible from the tops of your bare collarbones.

Eddie swallows hard, adam’s apple bobbing, and tries to catch his breath. “Sorry. I— I didn’t know anyone else was out here…”

“Don’t stop on my account,” you tell him, flirtatious words that sound strangely deadpan falling from your lips. “Lover’s Lake is big enough for the both of us.”

Eddie squints into the darkness, dark eyes flitting across the water. “You’re alone?” he concludes after a few moments. 

“Usually…” you hum, lifting a naked shoulder in a lazy shrug. “…Are you?”

“Usually.”

“Want some company?” you offer, still strikingly monotoned. The strange boy with the wild hair and pale legs stammers for a response. You tilt your chin to your chest and look cautiously at him through your lashes. “…Or should I go?”

“No!” Eddie blurts, then clears his throat with a red face. Quieter, he adds, “No, it’s not that. You don’t have to go.”

A smile quirks at the edges of your lips. So faint Eddie can hardly tell it’s there. But still, it sparkles in your eyes like the moonlight does. “Just act like I’m not here,” you lilt, disappearing back into the water before Eddie can blink.

He’s not so sure how possible that is, but he gets into the water with you, anyway.

The fall season has turned the lake into silk. It’s cool and soft against his burning skin as he slowly submerges himself within its void. Eddie’s wide, attentive eyes never leave the water as he searches for your body beneath it. He follows the faint, silver ripples until they disappear completely — until he starts to worry if you’ll ever come back up again — until he starts to convince himself you were never there at all.

There’s a loud and sudden splash before him. He blinks, and your face is inches away from his own. An almost uncomfortable proximity between two strangers. “Jesus!” Eddie blurts, flailing awkwardly in fear.

“Did I scare you?” you squint, like it wasn’t totally obvious.

The boy exhales a wavering breath. “Yeah… Yeah, a little bit.”

“Sorry. Won’t happen again,” you promise with a faint smirk that tells him otherwise, as you swim slightly back from the boy ahead of you. The dark waves rise and valley at your bare chest. Eddie’s boyish mind immediately wonders exactly how bare you are underneath them. 

“Actually, it might,” you continue. “But it’ll be an accident… Probably.” 

Eddie struggles to tell if you’re joking or not — if you’re playing games with him, or if you’re just too aloof to know what you’re doing to him.

“You’re a strange… strange person,” he tells you, a half-compliment and a half-something-else, as the words tumble from his lips before he can think about them. His chocolate eyes narrow into thin slits at you. “Did you know that?”

The question’s mostly rhetorical, but you nod rapidly in response anyway.

“It’s ‘cause I’m not a person,” you confess, eyes wide and glittering with sincerity. “I’m a mermaid trapped in human form.”

“Aren’t mermaids already half-human?”

A contented noise sounds in your throat. 

“Hm… Guess I’m already halfway there, then.”

Eddie forgets to respond, and the conversation lulls. It makes the rest of the world seem terribly loud. Wind whistles through trees. Frogs croak in the tall grass. Water sloshes softly around your bodies. He gets lost in the serenity surrounding him and drowns in the chaos in your eyes.

“You have a staring problem,” you blurt. “Did you know that?”

The boy blinks rapidly to clear the haze from his glazed-over eyes. “Sorry. Sorry, I’m just—” Eddie clears his throat and shakes his head, hair damp at the edges and sticking to his freckled shoulders. “I’m just trying to figure out if you’re real, or if I just… made you up in my head or something?”

Something about that seems to please you. 

A mischievous smirk pulls slowly at the edges of your mouth — into a smile brighter than Eddie thought you were capable of. You float towards him with little effort, like two distant planets now threatening to collide. He doesn’t realize how close you are until your breath fans warm across his jaw.

“How’s this for real?” you hum quietly, leaning in like you plan to kiss him.

Eddie’s stunned still. He forgets how to breathe as his heavy eyes fall to your lips. He moves closer to you on instinct, mouth gravitating to yours despite himself — like you’re some kinda siren controlling his mind with a song he’s too far gone to hear.

Through the mist in his vision, he watches your mouth curl into a cheeky half-smirk. You look on at him, at this puddle of a boy, like you’ve got him in the palm of your hand. 

“You are a strange… strange boy, Eddie Munson,” you hum quietly.

Eddie shakes his head as he descends (face-plants, more like) back into reality. The water ripples faintly around you as you swim away from him. He stammers for words while you head back towards the bank. “Wait— How— How do you know my name?” the boy gapes.

Your body ascends from the silver lake, naked as the day you were born, and shining beneath the full moon. 

Water drips from your skin like diamonds as you crouch to grab your clothes, lying in a discarded pile beside the dock. The sight of your bare ass would make Eddie implode if he wasn’t already reeling.

“Sorry!” you call to him over your shoulder, with your all-black clothes balled at your chest. “Can’t hear you all the way over there!”

You never cease your stride back towards the pitch-black treeline. Eddie shouts at the back of you anyway, “How do you know my name?!”

He never gets an answer.

[c-hrona]

More Italian Wowo warm up sketches for last Wednesday of the month!

[peachiibon]

what if i combined both of my main interests right now. what then

warning for a mile long rant of cookie flavor speculations in the tags

[coffiicorgii]

… He’s right behind me isn’t he?

[ozfi]

my schedule:

momo monday

kenzaki fucking explodes tuesday

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made it through the week godai friday

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[wolfchans]

Gotta love having dinner at midnight

[stardestroyer81]

Gee, Peppibot Factory sure looks different today.

With the one Pizza Tower title card meme making the rounds lately, I figured I'd join in on the fun with my own contribution starring none other than the super fighting robot, Mega Man! This might just be my biggest sprite piece yet this year, and I am BEYOND thrilled that I was able to pull this off! 💙✨

(I highly recommend opening this image in a new tab for closer viewing if you want a better look at the little details!)

[spaghettiposts]

To the people who have sent in requests, don’t worry I’m not ignoring them. I have outlines written for each one and will start working on them soon after I finish my next Wanda fic 😄

[gemmahale]

WIP Wednesday (11/13/2024)

Universe: Lindbow Kink Club (Original Universe)

Working Title: Take the Reins, #Take The Reins WIP

Rating: Explicit (eventually) Snippet CW: Mention of alcohol.

Synopsis: I'm still figuring that out. I'm writing in the universe I mentioned building here, based on Tacked Up (and by proxy, Dragon's Kinktober 2024 piece that goes with it).

AKA: Something something denying yourself is stupid because it just ends up hurting everyone around you and you're miserable? Embracing your true self is good? Something something something not all kink-based relationships are romantic and/or sexual. It's my sandbox, I'm going to play in it.

AKA AKA: I had like 3 scraps of stories that weren't going anywhere and so I'm throwing them in this soup to see what comes of it. 🤷‍♀️

Divider courtesy of @/cafekitsune

“You should come with us to Lindbow some time.” 

Rowan narrows her eyes at Elliot, idly swirling her cider as she ponders his proposition. The bubbles twinkle, reflecting the patio lights as they pop against the surface. “Why?” 

“Because, it’d be fun!” Paige answers for him, leaning in with her hand on Rowan’s leg. Her smile’s infectious, and she gestures excitedly. “Dress up, wear that slinky silk number you have, spice things up a little! Maybe find you a cute boytoy to go home with! Or girl." Her brow wrinkles as she ponders the options before brightening up again. "Oooh! Or both! Both is good.”

Elliot reaches out to take his wife’s glass by the top as she waves her hands around, entreating Rowan to join them in their escapades. He presses a gentle kiss to her temple before relinquishing the glass back to her. She takes it greedily, holding the bowl with both hands and grinning with flushed cheeks as she takes a sip. She snuggles in against Elliot’s broad chest, tipping her face up to receive a soft kiss from him. 

The patio fireplace flickers, propane fueled flames twisting in the gentle breeze. 

Rowan pretends to be considering the offer by staring at her cider, watching the inverted flames dance in the liquid. Really, she’s stalling, hoping Paige’s flighty nature leads them down another topic of conversation before she has to answer.

[bethanythebogwitch]

For this Wet Beast Wednesday, I'll be talking about sea snakes. While there are a lot of snakes that can swim and spend time in the water, I won't be talking about all of them. I'm specifically talking about snakes that spend most or all of their time underwater and have specific adaptations for an aquatic lifestyle. The true sea snakes are members of subfamilies Hydophiinae (which also contains some terrestrial snakes that I won't go over) and Laticaudinae (the sea kraits). There are 72 species of sea snake, all of whom inhabit warm waters in the Indian and Pacific Oceans and are related to terrestrial Australian snakes.

(image: a sea snake)

Sea snakes have developed many unique adaptations for a life spent in water. Of note, the true sea snakes spend their entire lives underwater while sea kraits still spend time on land. This is reflected in their adaptations, with sea kraits being seen as representing a transitional stage between semi-aquatic ancestors and fully aquatic sea snakes. Sea snakes are ventrally (side-to-side) flattened and tails flattened into paddles, giving them an eel-like body plan and aiding in swimming. In true sea snakes, the ventral scales, which terrestrial snakes use for movement, are highly reduced, leaving them virtually helpless on land. Sea kraits have normal ventral scales and can move normally on land. Sea snakes are the only snakes with nostrils on the tops of their heads and they have special adaptations for keeping water out when breathing. Most species can obtain oxygen from water passing over the tops of their bodies, allowing them to supplement their held breath while on dives. Subcutaneous respiration like this is very rare amongst reptiles as their thick scales usually prevent it. The lung is proportionally larger than in terrestrial snakes, filling most of the body, and may have adaptations to help maintain buoyancy, similar to the swim bladder of bony fish. All true sea snakes are ovoviviparous, meaning they retain their eggs, which then hatch internally, and give live birth. Sea kraits are oviparous, laying eggs, which must be laid on land. Sea krait nests are very rarely found and seem to only be placed in very specific locations. Like other marine tetrapods, sea snakes ingest way too much salt as a result of accidentally swallowing sea water, and have adaptations to expel this excess salt. In their case, they have special glands in the mouth that let them release salt as they flick their tongues. The majority of sea snakes are venomous, with some species having more potent venom than any land-dwelling snake. Bites to humans are rare, but require immediate medical attention. The exception are members of the genus Emydocephalus, which feed almost exclusively on fish eggs.

(image: a black-banded sea krait. Note the paddle-shaped tail)

Sea snakes have modified senses compared to land snakes. Land snakes rely heavily on vision, chemoreception, and hearing/vibration detection. Water interferes with these senses and the adaptations of sea snakes have been poorly studied. They seem to rely primarily on chemorecpetion/smell using their tongues like land snakes. Water carries chemical signatures better than air and so sea snakes only reveal the tips of their tongues instead of the whole tongue like land snakes. Sea snakes seem to use pheromones to attract mates. One species, possibly more, has light-sensing cells on its tail, likely used to ensure it is fully hidden during the day. Some scientists have proposed that sea snakes may have evolved electromagnetic reception and pressure detection, but these have yet to be tested.

(image: a sea snake)

The majority of sea snakes are active predators who prey on small fish, crustaceans, and squid. They are generally reluctant to bite and many can be handled with little risk, but some species are more aggressive than others. It seems that species who use their venom primarily for defense are more likely to bite people than those who use venom to take down prey. They are active at day and night, with different behavior depending on species. Most species will bask in the sun during the morning and early afternoon by swimming near the surface of the water. They can dive up to 90 meters (300 feet) deep and spend a few hours between breaths, depending on species. Social behavior has been observed, with some species schooling, occasionally in huge numbers. These mass swarms are likely associated with mating. The black-banded sea krait has been seen teaming up with others of its species as well as yellow goatfish and bluefin trevally to hunt, with the group working together to flush small prey out of crevices. Most species live in shallow waters near shores or in estuaries and some will swim up rivers. Three species have adapted to a completely fresh water life.

(image: a yellow-bellied sea snake that washed up on shore)

[camijhk]

spaghetti wednesday! i always make spaghetti for my parents on wednesdays!

[lovetransaction]

Happy horny WW, Maggie! What do you think Sam & Dean’s favorite kink is? Kink they tried and decided never again is? Least vanilla sex act they’ve tried?

HI SPIKE HI <3

I truly think that their favourite kink is one they don't do that often but when they're both in the mood for it, there's nothing like it: they pretend to be other people. They would've started it when they were younger as a 'natural' offshoot of their lives, where they're always basically pretending to not be themselves; when they first started fooling around it was a way to get out of the immediate oh no we shouldn't do this mindset. Dean's always played pretend and Sam was happy to go along with it for this particular thing.

Then as they got older it was pretending to be other kids at school, pretending to be characters from movies; they lapsed out of it when Sam went to Stanford but then picked it up again after Roadkill being Molly and David. Then Jo and Ellen. Then both being shifters. Then all kinds of whatever because they could play out what these monsters could potentially do to them if they were caught and at the monsters' mercy. Then Mom and Dad, which would never have happened but it was Sam who started it and after that they had to take a little break but they went back to it eventually because it didn't take too much discussion, just one of them falling into an act and nudging the other to pick up his cue.

They'd probably try food and then be like nope this is not for us. Sam didn't like the sex appropriate/available food and Dean had a minor panic attack that he didn't anticipate but is ingrained in him when it comes to wasting food (after that time he threw away the ENTIRE TIN OF SPAGHETTI HOOPS one might imagine he learned the error of his ways 😒).

Least vanilla would be whenever one of them was juiced up/possessed in some way and they took that opportunity to test on a personal level just how effective all of their anti-demon accoutrements are. Not enough to cause permanent damage! Just enough for the other one to feel it. Sam in particular would be pretty inventive about how to use salt and bindings and runes and herbs and knives.

[bl00my-bl0ss0m]

It is Spaghetti Wednesday my fellas, how we feeling?

[candy-ac3]

I swear to god if I’m sick with some kind of stomach bug or whatever right at the beginning of summer vacation and right before I get my hair cut I’m going to murder someone

[fireflywitch]

preview of the last chapter of so (so sorry) central rain as our kiddos ask each other some important questions