Batfamily Thoughts: The Batkids Realizing The Problem Isnt That Bruce Doesn't Love Them, It's That He

hiii I really like your writing and wanted to request something! :3

shang tsung with a reader who is just in love with him and obsessed with him? not even in the yandere sense, they just love him a lot. they even admired him before he became a merchant and always admired him from afar when he was poor and a merchant. and then when they do get together, they give him lots of love and affection? like nothing he does drives them away or disgusts them, they are just very loyal. they are always looking at him with pure love in their eyes.

LOYAL TO THE END

shang tsung x reader | sfw

CW! gn reader, fluffy, slight yandere on Shang Tsung’s end

Summary! You’ve loved him since the beginning and now that you have him you can show all of what you’ve harnessed. Nothing will ever shake your love for him, not even when everyone’s against him.

thank you for the request. I like the way you think 👀

Call you a stalker sure but you couldn’t help yourself.

You’ve watched him since the very beginning. As an Edenian servant you found yourself in the market for produce, and you found him.

A man who dressed himself in makeup and a make white beard. Shang Tsung was his name when he finally opened.

You didn’t know why you were so drawn to him. He had a magical essence to him that you’ve never felt before. He was something meant for more.

You simply knew it. Somehow.

But you stayed away. You felt horror in your heart watching him get beat every time you went down for food for the palace. He was simply trying to make a living. To get off the streets and not to starve.

You understood the man’s point but at the time your Shang Tsung couldn’t albeit live an honest like. He couldn’t be able to.

Then she came, Demashi stole him away. She brought Shang Tsung and told him truth. He was powerful sorcerer and it was being suppressed greatly.

Watching in the rain you clenched your fists. Shang Tsung was destined for greatness. Why would someone want to suppress such a thing that could help Outworld.

So you betrayed the kingdom. They didn’t serve you anything, and you felt you weren’t meant for the role assigned to you.

Felt like you belonged by Shang Tsung’s side.

And now you have him. The other Shang Tsung was defeated and you have yours. In your arms and he’s hugging you back.

You thought this wouldn’t be possible but it was. You couldn’t ask for nothing more, and Shang Tsung’s own behavior towards you made your giggly.

Especially when he would glare deadly at any person that stared at you. You liked it when he got so protective.

Even when he was torturing and killing others you held admiration. Some may say you have a problem. Some may say you’re sick, even if you weren’t loving him in a sick way.

You purely loved him nonetheless. He was everything you weren’t. Trapped to the palace, and he was free. Queen Sindel ran a golden age, but even so, you felt trapped underneath her rule.

With him you could let wild.

Especially with him.

He welcomed your kisses and embraces. His deep chuckles always causing your knees to buckle and he’d catch you. “My dear for you are my special one.” He’d whisper to you.

Even as the bones of another fell to your feet, or even if blood was splattered against your face you’d kiss him just as passionately. Cruel or not you loved him even if he committed murder right in front of you.

Shang Tsung caressed your face. Blood of the enemy on your face and his remains on the floor. Coating your shoes, and crushing of bones.

“You promise to stay with me? No matter what I do?” That smirk was on his face. He didn’t need to ask but it brought him joy. You, someone random just happened to catch sight of him and you had simply fallen in love with him.

You were sweet with your love, unlike him, who’d fallen in love with you and darkness instinctively made him much more horrible. The slightest look at you made him murderous.

“Loyal to end, my beloved.” You mused. Your eyes shining brightly in contrast of the blood decorating your face.

You two met lips in the chaos of blood and bones along your feet. Nothing or no one mattered to you or him.

You were with the person your desired even if he was an evil man. Shang Tsung was happy to have someone so darling and loyal.

He loved you, and anyone who challenged that he’d rid them.

Holy Batman!

KISS OF AN ANGEL

akiko yosano x reader | sfw

Cw! description of injuries, yosano backstory, gn! reader, romantic leaning, hurt comfort

The way she called your name haunted you.

The pain was unbearable and that scream of hers was unforgettable.

She called for you as she grabbed onto your body. Hers close to you. Blood seeped into her white blouse and stained her skin.

She was crying.

Butterflies flew around you. Your wounds healing and now no scars flooded your body. "Honey!" Yosano cried and cried.

Her gloved hands hold you close to her body. She loved you and she couldn't dare lose you.

Awake and alive you blinked. Your hands moved to hold her as she cried. Your mind jumbled and truly traumatized by the act of almost dying.

Recognized the horrors those soldiers felt.

But you'd never fault your dear angel for that. She was a child and was doing what she was told.

You hated seeing her cry. You didn't want to see her cry.

"I'm okay..."

Her eyes shot open seeing you alive and well. "You damn idiot." She held you in her lap. Her lips caught yours in a passionate one.

Her gloved hands clung to you tightly, never daring to ever let go again. "Please don't leave me." She begged you.

You softly sighed. A sweet smile crossed your lips as your hands ran through her locks, "Of course my angel."

"Tch, your so corny." You giggled feeling her lips kiss your cheek. You felt the wetness of her lipstick and tears mixed together on her cheeks.

You clung to her chest as she held you tightly.

She was your guardian angel, and you were her fruitless follower who'd do anything to keep her happy.

To stay alive and make her happy. Her eyes and lips. Her personality and everything she went through. Your Akiko was perfect.

She kissed you again and you relished in it.

Feeling at peace despite the destruction around you.

He runs his fingers through your hair and feels scabs on your scalp from wounds, he didn't know you got. He doesn't remember you getting hurt and is now very worried.

You didn't want him to know.

Reader x any bsd character you want.

🎀"LITTLE BAMBI EYES"🎀

chuuya nakahara x reader | sfw

cw! implied/referenced abuse, romantic relationship, descriptions of injury, friends to lovers, abuse from an ex lover, gn! reader, hurt comfort

thank you for the request! this felt very fitting for chuuya so I hope you liked this rendition!

It wasn't hard for you not notice how he stilled. Chuuya's fingers lingered atop your head.

Dread seeped in your chest, and the underlining anxiety was laced in your stomach. Eyes watering as you remembered how it happened.

That push to the cabinet. The bruises on your back ached. How that god damn glass bottle came crashing down on your head. The neighbor from across the hall breaking in and taking them down.

Blood gushing and dirtying your head. The neighbor calling the police as his wife held you; comforting you as you cried. Trying to clean your bleeding head.

Never did you tell Chuuya. You're best friend, who was in the damn mafia. Easily you could have told him, and they would have been taken care, but you were too sweet for that.

Neither did you want to bother Chuuya with it.

You dealt with the situation on your own. For days at a time you recovered and spent time with Chuuya when he had the time. Never did he mention it.

The court date echoed in the back of you mind. Having to face them and confront them for they had done.

Chuuya had long ago told you they weren't good for you. You refused his offer of help. You didn't wish to burden him.

His gloved fingers felt the pressure of scabs on your scalp. Hues looking down to see the paint redness and brown of healing marks and dried blood.

In doing so you curled up to avoid his appointing gaze. Your name was said quietly. His voice careful but there was the tone of anger and worry. Angry at who did this to you, and the worry for you.

You said nothing. You're body scottimg away from him. He allowed it and stared at you as you did so.

The TV blared loudly. The blanket on the couch was used to hide your self. Instinctively you reached for your head. An itch from was strong.

You should have left him earlier-

"Hey don't do that." His bigger hands stopped the hand to your scalp. Your face embedded into the blanket, refusing to look at him.

"I'm sorry." You mumbled. Tears flooding down your face. You went to pull your hair but once again he caught your wrists inside him gloved hands. "Stop that."

Your name on his tongue was velvety and gentle. So much kinder than them. "What happened?" Darkness leaked out like water in a broken glass vase. Seeping out in small amounts.

It's up to you stop him from bursting out, and ruining the beautiful wooden table.

You whimpered. Softly you recounted the events of what happened to you. The court date and how terrified you were. Never wanting to burden him with your problems, especially him saying they were bad for you.

You didn't listen.

You had your reasons for staying, but either way he had told you.

Now, look where it lead you.

Hands cupped your face. Leather fabric ruffling as it crunched up. Chuuya's face serious with the fiercest loyalty. "Don't be sorry. Don't blame yourself."

Despite his small frame his embrace was warm. His very hold was overpowering. His short height seemingly bigger than ever. You were small now, and he protected you like a wolf protected its cub.

"Chuuya...But..."

His gloved hand draped over your head and felt those scabs. His leather fingers caught the residue of dried blood from scratching, picking, and pulling.

"You poor thing. Dollface, don't do this. Don't hurt yourself." You've never seen him so soft for you.

He pulled away. Holding your shoulders firm. Worry and concern with loyalty in his hold. Redness in his face. A beating loud heart in both his and yours.

He had harbored his feelings for the longest time.

You held yours, but never left for him. The fear of them doing something to him, if possible, and anyone else scared you. They would follow you to the deepest hell just to torture you.

"I'll be there. At court and be there for you." A head pat to your head. "To be your strength, and you'll stand strong. I know you can."

Tears were shed from you. Your eyes were head. Fat and hot, similar to the blood gushing from your head.

You clung to him. Feeling smaller than ever, but also loved. Chuuya held you close. His heartbeat loud in your eyes as you cried.

Kissing your forehead and rubbing your back.

"I'll be here always. No matter what happens."

Maybe I have a request for Kung Lao x Tall and Buff Muscular!fem reader. How his reaction of Muscular!Fem reader flex her muscles

EMBRACE OF A GODDESS

kung lao x reader | sfw

Cw! female reader, fluffy, light suggestive content, drabble

Summary! Kung Lao has a crush on a literal goddess (his words not mine)

Kung Lao wasn't jealous by any means. He swears.

Or enamored either.

"You're lying to yourself, dude." Johnny was amused at his pain. Kung Lao never seen such a woman, and she could most definitely break him in half.

Somehow he couldn't find himself disliking such a thing. You were tall and smiling. A goddess next to the likes of Liu Kang. A strong woman and a strong fighter.

"Oh my, you're red." Raiden giggled as his eyes drifted between him and you. You standing in your glory in the sun.

With the flex of your arm muscles, you could see all that you worked for. Kung Lao was floored. His face was hot and he was confused.

His mind flashed with pictures of his head between those thick thighs of yours. Or even his entire body wrapped in a hug, like a blanket of warmth.

"God dammit! Leave me alone!" He grumbled.

His outburst caused you to look over, and he visibly stiffed.

No! He had no crush, nor did he want to be crushed by you. Definitely didn't want to be on his knees for you.

"It's too hot in here!" Kung Lao shouted before storming off. His face only became hotter when he heard your faint giggle when Johnny loudly told you what Kung Lao was doing earlier.

He would have his revenge, and get a spar with you soon.

He swears he's not imagining you taking him down, and dominating him.

Totally...

Could you write smut for service top fukuzawa plzzzz

LIKE I'M THE ONLY GIRL IN THE WORLD

yukichi fukuzawa x reader | nsfw

CW! gn! Reader, implied age gap (legal), mating press, no plot/what plot, fluffy ngl, c inside

No matter how your protested all he did was provide you comfort. Striking for your own pleasure. The hitting of that special part hit you wildly.

"Yukichi-" Your head hit the pillow as his hips hit you. His large cock heavy in your tight heat. His usual stoic face had a flush of red on his cheeks, and furrowed brows.

"Let me touch-"

"No."

He kissed you deeply and passionately. It felt completely different from ever before. He was dedicated to you, completely.

"I know what's best, and it's you who deserves the best." You moaned hearing his hot breath on you're ear. "You feel good?"

"Yes!" You whined. Tears trickled down your hot cheeks as you clung to him tightly. He simply wanted to give you everything. He did it so with his employees and you weren't an exception, and this way was special to you.

You deserved everything.

"Kiss me, please!"

"As you wish."

He followed your every request. Never would he deny you any happiness or pleasure. "Good job." You praised him loudly.

He groaned, "Any thing for you." He was older and new best. He loved you and would give anything to you.

He brought you to the brink and you came hard. A deep kiss was shared with your body against his. His big cock is deep and releasing everything worth into you.

Your thighs shook in the air as you dropped your head onto the pillow. He kissed your neck so sweetly; oddly enough biting your neck gently.

"Again please."

"Anything for you."

Absolute Martian Manhunter #2 has a strong visual style, and John yells at a baby.

A chaotic, lighter, and more visual start going into an incredibly dark and thoughtful ending.

I have been reading about weaving and cheese making in the middle ages, so my brain was not super interested in switching to reading this incredible comic despite looking forward to it for a month.

My brain wants to read about sheep farmers but it was worth forcing myself to stop the deep dive and read my comic, because this had dopamine too!

in case you were wondering what the blocked poster says i revealed it for you, that is definitely 100% what it says.

I was not expecting to be getting a buddy cop story. I love how the entity is a freaky dude who wants to be "roomates" and is apparently kinda silly.

Or it was silly for a second before he went through THAT

So now I'm thinking about all the implications of this comic and I can't get back into my history deep dive. If I started saving now for the Absolute Omnibus, I would only have to put aside like 5 dollars a week to buy it the day it comes out. Just sayin.

Bruce: *putting superman to shame with his workout routine*

Clark: Hey Bruce, is everything okay? Did Bane get out again?

Bruce, without pausing: I tried to pick Jason up last week but I ended up dropping him. I need to get stronger so I can carry all of my kids >:(

TAKE ME TO YOUR BEST FRIEND'S HOUSE

Pairings: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne x fem! reader.

Summary: So, he might be going against "bro code". He can't help it, though; his best friend's sibling is just too cute.

A/N: Reader can be imagined as biological/adopted/found family.

DICK GRAYSON & WALLY WEST

How Dick hadn't learnt to not leave his phone unattended was beyond Wally, especially when, for a vigilante, the man had such lax security for his personal phone. Nor should he have ever trusted Wally with the password.

Already drafting his absolute PR nightmare tweet on Dick's account, he's mentally rubbing his evil little hands together when his thumb hits the banner notification that pops up on the top of the screen.

My Heart: Thinking about you, come home soon xo

Alongside the text is a photo, a very suggestive photo of a woman dressed in nothing but one of Dick's hoodies. Wally knows because he bought Dick that hoodie, he's also very familiar with the woman in the photo on account of it being his baby sister.

He shrieks, the phone slipping from his slack with shock grip and landing on his big toe.

He doesn't hear the ringtone over his sudden stream of pained expletives, hopping on one foot, until he hears your voice from the speaker.

"Hey babe! You left your hoodie at - "

"YOU!" Wally screams, blubbering incoherently, pointing an accusing finger at the phone like you can see him.

"Jesus Christ," he can practically see you recoiling away from your phone, "Wally?" You've heard enough of your brother's meltdowns over the years that you can recognise him from just a single word.

"YOU, YOU - YOU HARLOT!" You snort at his words, staying silent until his stream of consciousness is finished.

"You done?" You hum, completely unphased at the tantrum Wally's just thrown for the past seven minutes.

"Am I, am I done? No, I'm not done." He squawks, "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!" There's a beat of incredulous silence on your end.

"Excuse me? What have I done to you?"

"DEFILED THE SACRED BOND OF BROTHERHOOD IS WHAT YOU'VE DONE, HE'S MY BEST FRIEND"

"The sacred bond of brotherhood? I'm your fucking sibling, you're supposed to attack him, not me!" Wally can't help but notice how you don't deny his words.

"Oh, believe me, Dickhead is gonna get what's coming to him."

"Yeah, whatever, I'm hanging up now, tell Dick I'm getting pizza for dinner."

"Don't you dare - " He doesn't even get to finish his sentence before you've followed through.

"Hey Wally, have you seen my ... phone?" Dick trails off as he spots the item he's looking for in his agitated friend's hand.

"You don’t fuck your best friends younger sibling. That’s like the number one rule of bro code!” Wally shrieked, not greeting him like a normal person, and not giving Dick even a second to realise what was happening before he was being grabbed and shaken by his shoulders.

"I love her." No explanation, no apologies, just pure earnestness and the softest look Wally had ever seen on his friend's face.

The declaration takes all the wind out of his sails, his shoulders slumping in defeat. He drags a hand down his face slowly,

Finally, he groaned and dragged both hands down his face. "Ugh. I hate that you’re so genuine. It ruins my ability to stay mad. Barry's not going to be happy you kept this from him though."

The mental image of the Flash going protective uncle giving him the slightest bit of sick satisfaction, until Dick shatters his dreams by casually saying, "he already knows."

"He what?! Am I the last to know?" Dick makes a show of thinking about it before shrugging with an unapologetic grin.

"Kinda, yeah."

"I'M SURROUNDED BY TRAITORS!" Wally yells, sinking to his knees in defeat.

JASON TODD & ROY HARPER

Nobody had ever accused Roy of being a detective. He might not be as smart as the bats (an impossible hurdle in Roy's opinion), but he wasn't completely fucking stupid.

An unfortunate reality for his sister, who he'd caught sneaking into the Titans Tower at the ripe time of 4:47 am, wearing a familiar leather jacket with a bullet hole in the sleeve. A jacket that could only mean one of two things.

You had joined a biker gang.

You were dating Jason Todd, AKA, his best friend, AKA dead fucking meat.

Because while option one terrified him, he'd still prefer it to the option he had a sinking suspicion about was actually correct.

The next afternoon, he finds Jason working out in the Tower's gym, and he grins wickedly. Bastard didn't even have to make Roy track him down.

"Hey, Roy." Jason greets, never once faltering in his reps, entirely unbothered, like he hadn’t committed emotional treason.

Roy thinks he could be forgiven for his following action, he could have done a lot worse than picking up the nearest kettlebell and throwing it at his unsuspecting friend.

"WHAT THE FUCK ROY?" Jason screeched as he dove for cover.

"YOU’RE DATING MY SISTER?!"

"Um, what?" He squeaks, before clearing his throat, "I mean... I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Don't try to gaslight me!" Roy jabbed a finger at him, seething. "You're supposed to be my best friend, and you went and... and started... canoodling my sister."

Jason’s brows shot up in amusement despite himself. "Canoodling?"

"Don't try and deflect either." Roy flushed as red as his hair.

"I’m not—well. Okay. I am. But in my defense, it wasn’t like I planned to fall for your sister."

"Have you kissed?"

Jason contemplates lying but bites the bullet and nods.

Roy gasped like an old lady hearing someone say cunt. "ON PURPOSE?!"

Jason gave him a flat look. "No, Roy, I tripped and fell. Of course, it was on purpose. More than once, too." He smirks, unable to stop himself from prodding the bear.

Roy spasms.

"Ok, let's not make this weird." Jason huffs.

"Make this weird? It's already weird, we're neck deep in it, NAY!, We're drowning in it!"

"Oh dear god," Jason sighs, squeezing his eyes shut and speaking before he can think better of it, "I love her."

Roy chokes, Jason startles, clearly surprising, even himself, "Oh my god, I love her."

There's a heavy, pained silence before Roy croaks "... Bro"

"I know." Jason tugged at the roots of his hair.

"…BRO." Roy was trying to prevent a panic attack, his panic fuelling Jason's.

"I know."

"You love me?" A slightly giddy voice breathes from the doorway.

Both men groan for different reasons as they spot you bouncing toward them.

"Babe, I -"

"I love you too," you beam, throwing your arms around Jason's neck and kissing him like your life depends on it.

Roy gags, forcing you to pull away. "God, this is gonna ruin every group hang for the rest of my life." He whined.

"Nah. You’ll get used to me kissing your sister in front of you."

"I SWEAR TO GOD —"

TIM DRAKE & CONNER KENT

Conner's knee is jiggling furiously. From across the room, Cassie raises a questioning brow, but Conner makes no effort to stop as he checks the time for the fourth time in less than three minutes.

You're late. So is Tim, but it's not him Conner's worried about. You're never late; you've always been a perpetually early person, and you always get so anxious if you aren't. Conner knows, having been on the receiving end of your time-anxious meltdowns more than once.

"Dude, calm down, they're not even five minutes late yet," Bart says, looking at him as if he's the weird one here, when clearly, something terrible has happened to you.

You've been in a car accident (you don't drive), you've been shot, (you're bulletproof), you've been taken hostage by Lex Luthor (plausible), you've -

"Hi guys, sorry I’m late, I slept through my alarm." You laugh bashfully, avoiding Conner's gaze, which narrows in suspicion.

"That never happens." He scowls, his enhanced hearing picking up the slight stutter in your heartbeat.

"Well, it did today." You rolled your eyes, crossing the room to sit next to Cassie.

Barely two minutes later, a harried-looking Tim scurries through the door, brushing his sweaty hair from his face, and in doing so, accidentally reveals a hickey just beneath the neckline of his shirt.

It's only for a second, but that one second is all he needs to connect the dots.

"No." He says, glaring at Tim as everyone else, including you, watches in confusion.

"No?" Tim repeats.

"NO!" Conner snarls, jumping up from his seat and pulling down the neckline of Tim's shirt to display not one, but three love bites.

"YOU’RE SLEEPING WITH MY SISTER?!"

"Technically, there wasn't much sleeping involved - " Tim mutters, with absolutely zero regard for his well-being.

"I trusted you with my life, and you go behind my back to DEFLOWER MY INNOCENT BABY SISTER?!"

"You're the same age?" Tim mumbles at the same time you scoff.

"Deflower? Innocent? Are we living in the Middle Ages? Are you my owner?"

"Stay out of this!" Conner whirls on you, his gaze dangerously red.

"Stay out of my own sex life?" You guffaw, ignoring the way Conner puffs up like an angry cat. "Besides, Tim's hardly my first."

Your words are enough to shock your brother enough that he drops Tim, reeling back with a hand on his chest like he's suffering a heart attack.

You take the opportunity to scoop your partner into your arms, flying away before Kon can recover, until you reach the safety of the bed you've both only just left.

"I think he's actually going to kill me." Tim mumbles, burying his face in your chest.

"Hmm, guess you''ll just have to keep me around forever, for protection."

"Sounds perfect." Tim dreamily says, clutching you even tighter in contentment.

BRUCE WAYNE & CLARK KENT

Once, there would have been a time when interviewing Gotham’s Bruce Wayne would have left him an anxious wreck, but now, Clark relished in the opportunity. Giddy that his best friend, no matter how much the man denied it, would turn to him (him! A Metropolis interloper), instead of someone like that tart Vicki Vale.

(That thought has him mentally apologising to his ma for his crudeness, but what she wouldn't know, couldn't hurt her.)

Needless to say, Clark was excited to have been given the chance, and he refused to squander it.

They were in Bruce's "office," a room they both knew he hardly ever even stepped foot inside, but had occupied to keep up the facade.

A brilliant facade it was, Clark thought in amusement, as he watched Brucie Wayne ramble on earnestly. Nobody would ever suspect the man, reaching for his wallet to pull out a picture of his kids in an interview on Wayne Enterprises' newest ventures, to be the fearsome Batman.

Clark, ever affable, just smiles, nodding along until a second picture flutters onto the desk. Bruce freezes, his perfected mask slipping just a fraction, but enough for Clark to notice as the unshakeable man's eyes widen in sheer panic.

Bruce was composed. He was always in control, a master of self-control. Bruce was unflappable, he had a plan for everything.

Bruce, evidently, did not have a plan, beyond freezing in horror, for when an intimate Polaroid of his girlfriend, Clark's sister, landed face up on the table between them.

You're wearing one of his button-up shirts, seated sideways across Bruce's lap, the man's large hand clasped over your thigh, as you stare up at him like he's your whole world.

Clark paused, staring at the photo on the desk like it was a live grenade.

Bruce, very carefully, snuck a hand out to retrieve it. Only to be thwarted by Clark's superspeed. He holds it between his thumb and his index finger like it might bite him, the blinding grin never once fading from his face.

Bruce thinks it's the most terrifying Clark has ever looked.

There's a long pause, with Bruce mentally calculating how long it will take before he has some Kryptonite on his hands and whetehr or not Clark will flatten him before then.

"Oh my god," Clark said.

Bruce grimaced. "It's not what it looks like."

"It looks like you're dating my sister."

"Ok, it's exactly what it looks like, but—" He cuts off once more as Clark speaks with surprising giddiness.

"You carry her around in your wallet. Like a real boyfriend, it's sickeningly sweet."

Bruce opened his mouth, closing it and opening it again repeatedly like a stunned fish as he blushed a brilliant red.

Clark wasn’t finished; if anything, he looked like Christmas had come early.

"Is there more?" Bruce stiffens, "There is! Do you have a shrine? I bet you have a shrine!"

"Clark."

"Is it in the batcave?"

"Clark."

"What about a scrapbook? Is she on the manor walls yet?"

"Clark."

"Do your kids know? Wait, am I the last to know?!" He seemed genuinely hurt by that thought.

Bruce looked up at the ceiling like it could save him from the confrontation; he thinks he'd rather fight than... whatever the hell, it is Clark's doing.

South Peanuts

(It’s also my first time drawing Sparky! :D)