#smajorbeans

yeah majorbeans.. yurp

I said they'd be the final two (kind of but I'm milking my prediction.)

My babies udufhfjfj

I don't really like the Joel's but oh well Scott's serving

is anyone still making gemcyt art or is it just me and my autism

(original designs by @chrisrin !!)

A small crow ficlet for you anon < 3

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"This is the end for you-"

"Are you sure?"

Joel practically throws himself as Scott before another pearl can sail through the blizzard and Scott poofs out of his grasp in lavender dust again. Diamond blades clatter and crash as they roll down the snow blanketed hill. The tumble over one another in a rolling blizzard speckled with the reds of holiday cheer and murderous intent.

As they spiral out, grunting and groaning and growling, Scott ends up on his back and gasps through gritted teeth as Joel's forehead crashes into his nose. Reeling atop him, Joel's limbs scramble for dominance as Scott struggles and fights him, rivers of red spilling from his nose in burgeoning tributaries until the taste of iron stains his lips.

Eventually, Joel manages to pin Scott, burying him half into the snowy plateau they have tumbled on to, the hood of his jacket a half snow filled pillow.

Both of them are panting. Blood lust thumping in their ears, soaring in their chests in a crescendo that can never end while the other lives - and the sight of Scott's blood languidly streaming down his lips and chin isn't helping that.

Snow dances down atop them, the bitter chill of their setting a faint fuzzy feeling on the border of their nerves when compared to the ravenous heat of one another.

For a moment they just stare at each other, swallowing in bitter chills that could never quench that gnarled molten slag of feelings they have for one another, clouds of warm breath exchanged like greetings between old friends.

Joel seizes Scott by his jacket, fingers knotting in the fabric, leveraging to crash his lips into Scott. Instantly, Scott's fly and seize his hair, as their lips exchange ordnance. Biting and ravenous, sloppy to the point of brutality, they kiss like they are trying to consume each other.

Snarls of pleasure ripple between their lips, pained gasps and moan exchanged like hostile fire, licking and lapping into each other's mouth.

It's only a matter of time till Joel licks at the elixir of his handiwork, lapping up the drying blood with snarling satisfaction. The taste is intoxicatingly rewarding, chest heaving with elation at each drag of his sloppy tongue against Scott's lips creasing in a grimace.

Never one to be out down, Scott knots his fist in Joel's loose hair and all but snaps his neck with how harsh he pull. Joel gasps as the icy hand of winter caresses his exposed next before Scott's teeth are sinking into him. They bear down like they are tying to tear out his jugular - Joel likes that - muscles thrumming bleeding heat into his mouth as a sharp moan tears itself out of Joel's throat.

Trickle of blood cuts warmth down his throat and Scott can feel the echo of that sick sultry gasp between his teeth before it flees his lips. He's absorbed in the sensation, enough so that Joel can throw him back into the snow and their tumble resumes.

Meanwhile the ghosts of the naughty and nice are hovering over the borderline brutally carnal death roll of the final two, taking their sick delight in slowly flaying each other of their most depraved givings.

"I doth not suppose that to be part of the holiday spirit m'lord," Martyn poises, voice still dripping in all the theatrical flare of red winter.