I love this specific fall foliage cus it looks like a million sunflowers exploded and left their petals everywhere
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Ren_Saxon
Spot Art by:
DarknicJen
[Leblanc's Lending Library Logo]
"Right?" replied Kurusu. "And we know how someone who just awakened really fights, I mean, we have Crow with us." He gave Goro a small smile. "No offense! You're still learning, it's completely fine to be behind a little."
Goro was going to kill him. He wasn't even going to need Loki for it—he'd just grab that scrawny little neck right here and now and squeeze, squeeze until Kurusu writhed and wriggled in his grip. He was going to show him who was behind, that little pest. He was going to enjoy watching the light leave his eyes, oh he really was.
"Quite," Goro said instead of doing any of that, hoping these bumbling fools didn't hear the sharpness in his tone. "Not everyone can be a natural like you are, Joker."
A bullet wasn't good enough anymore—he needed him to suffer.
[DarknicJen’s art shows a scene in Sae’s Palace with Joker and Crow side-by-side with their eyes on each other while Noir combats an enemy in front of them. Her raised axe creates a dividing line between them. A thought bubble above Crow shows him strangling Joker.]](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:ojrpnyf372obt5wv2tkdfnyg/bafkreicnb55ryvyjj2j3dpc7uxvbynkpa5ranjddhostkaqammlkvdr65m)
![Fic by:
Corone
Spot Art by:
Kaetor
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Wordlessly, Akira places the mug of coffee, a glass of water, and an ibuprofen tablet on the table in front of Akechi. He dry swallows the tablet, seemingly not even registering the glass of water, then picks up the coffee. Akira backs off, leaning up against the counter, giving Akechi as much space as he can without leaving his apartment, because running away is the only idea worse than every idea he had last night.
It takes several minutes before Akechi says anything. Akira tries to make himself busy, to look like he's not thinking about changing his name and leaving the country. When Akechi does speak, he jumps.
"So," Akechi says, voice a little scratchy, eyes still squinted, "are we going to talk about it?"
Akira stares at the kitchen sink rather than meet Akechi's eyes. "We don't have to."
"Yes, we do," Akechi snaps, rubbing his temples. "Everyone saw."
Akira wants to scream. Akechi's right, of course. He already knows that. So instead of letting his feelings out, he schools his face into a carefully neutral expression and turns around.
How much do you remember?" Akechi also isn't looking at Akira. "Clearly you remember some it, but…"
Akira sighs. "Well..."
[Kaetor’s art shows a very disgruntled Goro, complete with messy hair and rumpled clothes.]](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:ojrpnyf372obt5wv2tkdfnyg/bafkreidtkb5e2zyme73fudo22o24vg5usp32byo3b5c3o444iboggllkre)
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Kitty
Spot Art by:
Biip (Biipbop)
[Leblanc's Lending Library Logo]
Akechi gave him a withering look. "I seem to remember telling you I'm a terrible cook."
"I just need an extra set of hands. Butchering will keep me busy," Akira said, breezing past him to get the fish out of the fridge. He'd caught both the akamutsu and kinmedai himself, because it'd felt important to make this dinner something purely his to offer. He'd broken down the kinmedai the same day he'd reeled it in from the cold deep, but the akamutsu was still shining and whole.
They were similar, these two fish. Both red on the outside with fatty white flesh within, wide-eyed from life in the dark. The akamutsu's fangs and red eyes reminded Akira of his rival. It was tastier—oily and fragrant from the moment a knife slid into its belly. The kinmedai had to eat itself first, decomposing into something almost sweet.
Real chefs called it aging, but Akira understood the power of controlled ruin.
[Biip’s art shows Akechi packaged between fish, covered in plastic wrap. A sticker with the date of 2016.11.20 covers his eyes. Akira’s hand is holding the package, and his fingernails are painted black.]](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:ojrpnyf372obt5wv2tkdfnyg/bafkreia4bfewflds7otwqfgemfjscrldrpoueb2ysffwtpn743zaoyk4vi)
