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ppanhwi · 2 months
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CTCD suit 👔
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courage-doodles-blog · 4 months
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My Humanized Courage AU
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Designs inspiration from @ppanhwi
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flickynightdarkness · 5 months
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rayo1-productions · 2 years
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A very quick one this time, featuring the best introduction to B-Horror (or just plain Horror) a kid could ask for. It’s simple, but effective.
Background art collaged and retrieved from FusionFall concept art
As always, you can find the first story in this series right here: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11418172/1/Cartoon-Network-Universe-Earth-One-FusionFall
Previously on Cartoon Network...   Coming up on Cartoon Network...
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catdogula-heh · 1 year
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I love it
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staticstratosphere · 8 months
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fellow objectums, I'd like to bring your attention to this fella
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vampyreyes · 1 year
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so normal about that sentient AI
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comfort-clubhouse · 5 months
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My comfort characters in Courage The Cowardly Dog:
Courage
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Katz
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Le Quack
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Freaky Fred
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Computer
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Bunny and Kitty
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Muriel Bagge
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Black Puddle Queen
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xxvanillabeaniexx · 2 months
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I See No Difference
Love is Love 💕
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trasho-pando2011 · 7 days
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does he technically count as a robot?
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ppanhwi · 5 months
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🥳
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courage-doodles-blog · 3 months
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Barry's interactions with Computer, Dr Vindaloo and Cat Thieves/Paul and Jim
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gunkwhimsy · 5 months
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k///aito v//ocaloid but... hm? oh, he must've gotten a new haircut! of course!
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headless-over-heels · 7 months
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The Games We Play - Mark Hoffman
Minors DNI. 1.1k words. Dom!MarkxSub!Reader. Fem/AFAB Reader, female pronouns used, otherwise not much description in terms of reader's looks (lmk if I’m wrong). Kinda Mark's pov, 3rd person pronouns, no use of "y/n". Unprotected P in V, orgasm denial, c*ckwarming, dacryphilia, light bondange used on reader, light breathplay.
Mark’s cock is painfully hard inside of her, and each time it throbs, her walls flutter around him. He breathes out long and slow each time, so as to regain some semblance of control. Even if he knows he’s in total control, it feels as though she can slip it away from him at any moment. She’s got Mark by the balls— metaphorically of course, he has her wrists bound and locked behind his head from her position kneeling on his lap, her back to his chest. 
She wants to move so badly, he can tell. Her thighs must be on fire, she’s been kneeling like this for almost an hour. She just barely lifts her hips, to get any friction, any movement from his cock sheathed inside her. Mark tuts softly in response, giving a soft nip to her earlobe, his forearm pressing her thigh back down to meet her calf. His fingers of the same hand working her clit never lose pace in the soft, slow circles he’s making. Her breath catches, walls quivering around his cock again, and he stops his ministrations, instead dropping his hand down, running one finger teasingly along her cunt where they’re joined as one. She whines, soft and long, nearly sobbing. This is the eighth time he’s denied her release. 
His free hand teases up her body, softly ghosting along the curves of her hip, along her stomach. Running up to cup her breast, kneading softly as he leans in to press an open-mouthed kiss to her neck, working a bruise in with his tongue and teeth. 
“I love all the games we play,” Mark says, his voice a low purr, “but this must be my favorite. Making you a beautiful mess while you soak my cock. I could spend hours just like this. I may do just that. What do you think, princess?” 
Mark’s a bastard and he knows it. He knows her head is swimming, and she’s nearly in tears from ruined orgasm after ruined orgasm. He knows she can barely remember how to breathe, much less string enough words together to respond. But he asks again anyway. “Princess? I asked, what do you think?” 
She tries to lift her hips again, only for his forearm to hold her in place. She’s come down enough, Mark reasons, his fingers teasing back up from her stuffed entrance to her swollen clit again. Slower, wider circles this time. Not quite giving her what she needs, but teasing her closer and closer to the edge. 
She comes to that edge much faster this time, but he still doesn’t let her fall over. This time she sobs. Pretty little hiccups, tears rolling down her cheeks to splash on her chest. That nearly has Mark hurtling over his own edge. Whether it’s tears of frustration at his denial of her release, or cock drunk tears of pleasure, it does something to him, makes him nearly feral with need for her. His cock pulses deep in her cunt again, and when that rips a sob from her chest, he can’t suppress his growl. 
“So beautiful when you cry for me,” Mark murmurs, his voice much rougher this time, his free hand ghosting over her throat. He allows himself just one shallow thrust into her slick heat, burying his face in her neck, unable to stop himself from grinding her hips down onto his. 
He’ll come undone far too soon if he doesn’t restrain himself. That just won’t do. Tempering the burning heat in his veins with a slow, deep breath, he puts a bit of pressure on her throat, just enough to earn that soft whimper of hers that he loves so much. 
“It seems you’ve made quite a mess, princess. Clean me up a bit,” Mark says, pressing the fingers of his other hand to her lips. 
His cock throbs again at the small moan she makes before taking his fingers in her mouth, twirling her tongue around them in such a filthy way that somehow his cock grows harder. She bobs her head, sucking his fingers loudly, absolutely lewd noises filling the room. Mark thinks he may come right there, stopping himself from rutting up into her by popping his fingers from her mouth, a line of saliva connecting them. 
“The things you do to me,” he murmurs into her neck, kissing a soft line as he resumes his torture on her cunt. 
Teasing her entrance again, and making a slow line up to her clit. Soft circles, light pressure, and her plush heat is fluttering around him again. This makes ten, and he supposes that she deserves a reward for being so obedient. Mark eases off her clit, but grinds his cock up into her as he reaches up to move her bound wrists. She raises her hips just enough that he can shallowly thrust up into her, and he’s hardly able to keep pace has he unties her bindings. 
The moment her hands are free, she reaches back to grab Mark’s chin, nearly chipping his tooth in her fervor to smash her lips to his. Her other hand reaches between his legs to tease his balls, and he groans into her mouth as a pleasured shiver shoots through him. She keeps at it, and Mark brings his fingers back to her clit, faster, in much smaller circles that he knows will have her over the edge in moments. 
Her legs must be screaming in protest with the pace she sets bouncing on Mark’s cock, but it seems that her orgasm is more pressing. She nips his lip, deepening the kiss, her nails grazing his balls. That’s it, he tips over the edge, gripping her hip with his free hand as he groans into her mouth, seating her balls deep on his cock as he spills his release. She sobs into the kiss as her own release follows mercifully in tandem, her warmth shuddering around him as she grinds her hips into him, riding out her orgasm for everything she can milk from him. 
Mark parts from her lips only to catch his breath, every part of him vibrating in relief of his climax, the room spinning around him. The only thing keeping him steady is her weight on him, and her hand still on his chin to keep him close. She’s still dizzy with bliss when her eyes flutter open, and a smile overtakes her face when she meets his gaze. 
“See? Sometimes it’s nice when I’m naughty,” she sighs as she leans back into him. Mark chuckles, placing a kiss to the crown of her head, wrapping his arms around her. 
Yes, sometimes it is. 
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xwhitepolar · 4 months
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it's simblr gratitude day!
I don't know how many of the s2 simblrs are participating, and I don't have that much time on my hands today, but I still wanted to say thank you to everyone. I've been here for all 12 months without hiatuses this year, yay!!! And gosh, I'm so grateful.
I have never spoken to most of you, and I might never really get a chance to chat, but I want you to know that so many of your names and urls make me smile just by seeing them on my dash or in my sims folders. Sometimes I explain cc making to my irl friends, and I quote specific simblrs as examples... "oh, this was converted by xyz, they are so talented" / "xyz is such a star, to me. They shaped the community and I admire their work"
Even if I have to quit playing someday, know that you're an integral part of my heart and you'll always be. Thank you for being a part of this vibrant community with me!
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oakleyandallen · 1 month
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