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Hello, dearest queenie! I hope this fine spring is treating you well! Could I trouble you for a fresh helping of Chris whump?
The lodge was already in sight - it was right there! - and all he had to do was...
A flash of movement, almost too fast for his eye to catch, and then it was leaping for him, the horrible thing, the unspeakable thing, the creature that had swooped on them from the roof of the shed; it was in the air, its fingers splayed and reaching, every inch of it made of muscle and steel and sinew and hate, and so he didn't even think, he just reacted.
The stranger's gun was awkward in his hands, but all that time at the range with Josh and his Dad must've actually paid off, because when he pulled the trigger, the bullet went where he'd meant for it to go. The stack of gas canisters by the old barbecue exploded, sending the creature screaming back into the shadows of the tree line...and sending him flat on his ass, his ears ringing and his face burning, the snow that caught his fall doing very little to alleviate the heat. The burning turned to stinging, the stinging to pain, the pain to crisping, and it occurred to him (distantly, softened only by the surreal nature of it all) that the smell choking the breath from him was some of his own hair being singed; his own skin being roasted.
But no sooner had the realization hit him than there were hands on him, yanking him back to his shaking legs with a strength he hadn't expected; "At least have enough dignity to die in the fucking house, wouldya?" the stranger snapped, dragging him as if he were nothing, and that was all Chris remembered before the pain overtook him completely and the world faded to a red-brown smear.
six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!
#wacem#six sentence weekend#until dawn#queenie writes supermassive#well hello my dearest wacem!!!!! i'm still basking in the quiet rain over here so i am THRIVING#i hope YOU'RE doing well in your neck of the woods! ;)c#here - have a selection from my own personal ongoing series 'flamethrower guy is TOTALLY FINE by the end of UD'
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Until Dawn Secret Santa!
For @sammygiddings
You said you love you some Jossam and also are a fan of the friendships between Josh & Chris and Josh & Ash. So I thought to myself, what better than to have Josh's two best buds setting him up with the girl of his dreams on Christmas? I hope you like it! And Merry Christmas!
@untildawn-secretsanta
#until dawn#until dawn secret santa 2023#UDSS2023#Jossam#Josh Washington#Sam Giddings#Chris Hartley#Ashley Brown#wacem doodles
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Papa Possum
I've actually never drawn an opossum before but taking my cue from @delurkr I knew what had to be done for J's birthday this year so here's James and little baby joey Megan(I didn't think her canon headband would be enough so I figured a nice bow would help) sitting in the grass and ngl James's hair translates super well to this so at any rate Happy Birthday to him ✨
@kassiekole22 @tatjana-fantasy @blubary @unhingedlesbear @qusok @wacem @kindheartedgummybears @aydeenchan @tinynightmarewoman @ctrvpani @eframschweigersskincells
#little hope#the dark pictures anthology#the dark pictures little hope#James Clarke#megan clarke#character birthdays#scribblings#supermassive games
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For @wacem! I'm your Secret Santa ;P I hope you enjoy some Chris/Ashley angst from after the mountain! I threw in a handful of headcanons as well <3 It was a deLIGHT to write!
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#udss#writing#my writing#until dawn#ashley brown#chris hartley#lol I wrote this throughout finals so I hope you like it!#chrashley
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@wacem Well this shot is terrible but it's the clearest I could find, here's John in his grimy corner looking defeated before the demons have even shown up lol
Also I'm halfway sure Angela will sit on a table or something if she's there but I can't find that so I may have hallucinated it, who knows
#wearing a suit and everything and this man bypassed all other options#decided to be a frog right there of all places#screenshots#john little hope#the dark pictures anthology#little hope
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Well lookathat! You're taking prompts! How did I miss this?? I'd love to see #23 with Chrashley.
(Just a little extra note, while I am fully aware that baby milestone are different for every kid, you may go ‘wait a second, that aren’t most kids able to do *blank* by the time they’re *blank* months old? this one seems to be a little more behind then usual’ You see, while I have a frankly scarily extensive experience with babies (my mom’s been fostering them since I was 14 and I’m nearly 30 now), a very large part of those kids were preemies or born addicted, if not both. While this baby certainly wasn’t any of those things, it does change my preconception of how babies look and act in both minor and major ways. So if she seems a little off, that’s likely why.)
You can pick and choose your own kiss prompt to send in here!
“Joshlynn! No no nononononono!”
With reflexes that Chris wished he had possessed as a kid, he reached out to grab at his daughter before she rolled off of the couch he had laid her down on not even a minute ago. And barely a second later, he could already hear the frantic scrambling of Ashley from their bedroom as she responded to his cry of horror.
“Chris? Is she okay? What happened?”
Chris let out a relieved sigh as he let his forehead fall onto the hardwood floor with a soft thunk. “It’s fine Ash. Kid just tried to figure out how gravity works way before she should.”
“Gravity? What? I don’t—” she paused speaking for only a moment, most likely to take in the sight that was Chris stretched awkwardly and uncomfortably from the middle of the living room to the couch, what had once been neatly stacked diapers in the cupboard now scattered haphazardly beside him. His arms were outstretched almost as far as he could reach, and even then they had been just barely long enough that his hands were able to serve as a barricade against the top of the cushions. Their daughter in question, completely unaware of the tumble she had been about to take, was now babbling and giggling without a care in the world, her small and drool covered fingers grabbing at Chris’s own. “Oh my god, Chris.” Ashley groaned. “You know that we can’t leave her unsupervised on the couch anymore! We haven’t been able to in months!”
From his place on the floor, Chris turned his head to look in the direction of their bedroom. “Unsupervised?” he sputtered, “she wasn’t unsupervised! I literally turned around for a second to grab the diapers and wipes.” During this, it occurred to Chris that Joshlynn had figured out to angle her head in such a way that she was able to stick his thumb into her mouth and gnaw contently on the digit. “Can you please just grab her, I can’t really move right now.”
He wasn’t lying. His frantic flail in trying (and succeeding) in saving their daughter meant that he was completely unable to move from his current position without removing his hands from the edge of the couch cushions. And while Chris was supremely uncomfortable from his spot on the floor, it was still an exceptionally better alternative then having their seven-month old daughter continuing with the momentum of her roll and joining him there with a crash.
Chris heard, rather than witnessed, Ashley walk over to the couch and pick up their daughter. He couldn’t help the sigh of relief when the only sound that Joshlynn made was nothing more than a little discontented whine when she had been forced to let go of his fingers, but didn’t make too much of a fuss otherwise. She had been oddly cranky the last few days and the last couple of hours of happiness had been a godsend.
He let his arms drop from their stiff outstretched reach to the floor with a dull thump, and rolled himself onto his back with a tired groan. And looked up to see Ashley with a vaguely amused grin on her face and their daughter balanced on her hip. Unsurprisingly, Joshlynn had grabbed as much of Ashley’s loose blouse as her small hands could hold, and had shoved most of it in her mouth. Both of them were looking down at him with the same, virtually identical pair of wide green eyes.
“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. Like to see you move that quickly. Think I pulled something making that fantastic save you totally missed by the way.” Chris got back up onto his feet and placed his hands onto his lower back to give a minor stretch, wincing when his back gave a sharp crack as it popped. “Yup, definitely pulled something.”
“Nice save though, Dad. She’ll be happy to know one day that she’s got you looking out for her.” He couldn’t help the way he puffed up a little at that in pride, and definitely couldn’t stop the smile when Ashley reached up to pull Chris down and place a chaste peck on his cheek in appreciation. Though her next words were quick to deflate him of that pride. “Even if I don’t know who’s the bigger baby somedays: you or the actual baby,” she teased. Sensing that Joshlynn was starting to slip a little, she readjusted so their daughter sat a little higher on her hip.
“Gonna have to go with one that’s currently eating your shirt and drooling everywhere, personally.”
Ashley tapped a her chin with a finger from her free hand as she pretended to consider his point. “Hmmm... I don’t know. Still not seeing a whole lot of difference there.”
Chris ignored her teasing jabs. Years of friendship followed by dating and then— shockingly enough for both of them—marriage, had made it exceptionally easy. This recent stint into parenthood of theirs hadn’t made it any harder. So instead, he went to take Joshlynn from Ashley, intent on finishing his mission of changing his daughter’s diaper. A small, fond smile on his face that only grew larger when she had reached out for him eagerly. Ash let her go to him with no fight, and seemed unconcerned with the large drool stain on her shirt that fell against her chest the moment Joshlynn had removed it from her mouth. Not a surprise that one, Chris didn’t think that either of them owned any clothes that hadn’t been drooled, puked, pooped, or peed on at this point.
“Honestly though, what were you even thinking putting her on the couch in the first place?”
Chris made sure that Joshlynn was sitting properly balanced in the crook of his arm before responding—the last thing he needed was to drop her now after somehow managing to avoid that almost tumble from the couch. “I don’t think I was?” The unimpressed look Ash gave him had him groaning even as he let Joshlynn grab at his free hand and shove his thumb back into her mouth. “I don’t know what to tell you, Ash. I put her down to change her diaper and I didn’t realize that I had put her down on the couch instead of laying her down on the floor like I intended. I barely caught her rolling over out of the corner of my eye and FUCK!”
He wasn’t sure who was more shocked at the curse: him or Ash. Hell, even Joshlynn seemed a little surprised at the outburst, if the little shriek she had made when he yanked his thumb out of her mouth was any indication.
“Chris? What—”
Chris didn’t let her finish. “She bit me!” There was pause where the two of them looked at each other with eyes wide and mouths open in shock, but it lasted barely more then a second. In another moment, Ashley was standing shoulder to shoulder next to him and angling her fingers to try and open their daughter’s mouth. Who, unsurprisingly, was not too excited at the prospect of having her mouth forced open if her fussing and the grimace on her face was any indication.
“Come on, sweetheart, just let Mommy and Daddy take a quick little looksee and—” Ashley interrupted herself with a surprised little laugh and Chris was quick to join in. Because in the sea of pink gums that was their baby’s open mouth, was a single little tooth starting to poke out of the top of her mouth, not unlike the white fin of a tiny, little upside-down shark.
“She’s teething,” Ash managed to get out in awe, before returning to her exuberant little laughs. “She’s teething, Chris!”
Anything else she might have said was lost, as that was when Chris leaned down to softly kiss her, muffling both of their awed laughter between their lips. It was over as quickly as it started though, the two of them resting their foreheads together and wide, exuberant grins on their faces, but neither were looking at each other, having eyes only for the little girl that they had encased in the middle of them. “Yeah, I can see that Ash. Explains why our baby girl has been so cranky recently.”
He could feel Ash nodding against him. “And why she’s been putting everything in her mouth for the last week or so.”
“Definitely all the drool.” Chris gave a good-natured poke at the still wet drool stain on Ashley’s shirt, which she batted away with a relieved laugh even as she kept a finger running along Joshlynn’s undoubtedly swollen gums. And if their daughter had been unthrilled at the prospect of having her mouth forced open, she was very clearly not happy with having fingers poking around her mouth that she hadn’t put there herself. “...What are you doing?”
“Trying to see if any other teeth are coming through. And—huh.” She paused for a second and then burst out laughing, moving to press her head to Chris’s shoulder as her own shook with laughter. “Well, she’s got definitely got another tooth coming in.”
Now a little confused—but certainly not concerned—Chris let Ash remove her finger before replacing it with his own, even as Joshlynn fussed even more angrily in his arms at the introduction of an entirely new and different finger. Thankfully, she didn’t have to wait much longer before he found the exact same thing Ashley had and removed his hand to wipe it on his shirt. While the tooth was not nearly as far along, the sharp little bit he did feel had him laughing in disbelief.
“Are you sure that she isn’t really Josh’s kid instead?” He only laughed harder when Ashley swatted at his arm in retaliation. “I’m being serious, Ash! What are the chances that the first teeth our kid gets is their eye teeth? We’re gonna have a chubby cheeked and roly-poly vampire on our hands! Josh is going to be over the moon when he finds out.”
Ash groaned dramatically, but he could feel the curve of her smile against his shoulder. “You do know that this means he is definitely going to be trying to convince us all to dress up as vampires for Halloween now?”
“Oh yeah, totally.”
In his arms, Joshlynn shifted as she began to cry and fuss, pushing against Chris with as much force as her little arms could manage. It seemed that she was completely done with not only having fingers shoved in her mouth against her will, but being ignored by her parents as well.
Ashley turned her head to face Joshlynn, and placed a kiss on her daughters forehead. “I know sweetheart, Mommy’s tired too. We should get you down for that nap, huh?” With that, Ash backed away and knelt down to grab at the diapers that had scattered when Chris had preformed his frantic dive.
“Ash, no, I got it.” Shifting Joshlynn so he could hold her under his arm in a football carry, he grabbed gently at Ashley’s arm to lift her back up. “Seriously, I got this. You go get everything ready, I’ll be right there once I finally finish changing her.”
With the scare and then rush of realizing that their daughter was finally getting her first teeth, it seemed that all of the exhaustion that Ashley had been hiding away the last couple of days had started to show itself, if her tired smile was any indication. “You sure about that? You promise not to leave her on the couch again?”
“It was a single lapse in judgement, Ash! But if it make you feel better, I swear that I won’t put her down until I have the diapers and wipes in front of me.”
“Oddly enough, it does.” With that, Chris watched her return to their bedroom and set about trying to change Joshlynn’s diaper. He wasn’t sure if it was because of the fact that she was getting pretty tired by now and cranky because of the whole new teeth thing, but he was having more difficulties then usual in trying to change her. For one thing, she wouldn’t stop fussing, leaving Chris on edge for when she was going to no doubt start shrieking and screaming if she didn’t get fed soon. For another, she just wouldn’t stop moving. It was a near constant struggle with her trying to roll over and escape while he tried to keep her in place. Which also made trying to properly fasten the diaper closed far more challenging as well.
Eventually, he did manage to get a clean diaper on her and was able to get her to lay still long enough again for him to button up her new, clean onesie, the old one having been nearly saturated in drool. He placed both the old and now soiled diaper and the drenched clothing off to the side, nearby the still scattered and clean diapers that he was going to have to pick up later. Normally, Chris definitely would have made sure to toss the dirty diaper in the garbage right away and throw the dirty onesie in the laundry basket, but the way that Joshlynn had begun pawing and mouthing at his chest when he picked her up was giving him the feeling that he didn’t have a whole lot of time for that right now.
“Sorry kid, but I’m kinda sorta missing the plumbing for that. You're gonna need your Mom for that one.” Unfortunately for him, Joshlynn didn’t take too kindly to hearing that, her soft cries becoming more frantic as she only pawed harder at him. He quickened his pace to the bedroom.
Thankfully, Ashley was already waiting for them. She was sitting in the middle of the bed, blouse undone and open, and looked up at the two of them when he entered the bedroom. In an instant, she had her arms out. “Give her here.”
Chris certainly didn’t need any more convincing. The two of them winced though when the moment he tried to remove Joshlynn from the front of his chest and hand her off, she started screaming in earnest, her little hands only grabbing and holding on harder to the front of Chris’s shirt. From there it was almost a battle in trying to unclaw her fingers from it’s exceptionally tight grip on his shirt while Ashley tried to maneuver their baby into her arms. Eventually though, the two of them managed and with a little more maneuvering, Joshlynn finally found Ashley’s uncovered breast and latched on immediately, her eyes closing as she drank deeply.
Both Chris and Ashley sighed in relief at the quiet that fell over the bedroom, broken only by the sounds of Joshlynn’s suckling. Being as gentle and careful as he could, Chris took his usual place behind Ash and sat against the headboard of the bed, opening his arms while she leaned back against his chest so he could wrap them lightly around her waist. Finally, once everyone had settled comfortably, he hooked his head over her shoulder and Ashley tilted her head a bit to rest her cheek against him. He closed his eyes and gave a deep, contented sigh.
Just like always—sitting like this with his arms wrapped around Ashley’s waist and her tucked firmly into his chest while she held their daughter safely in her arms—it felt like the piece of a puzzle he had always been missing had slotted correctly into place. He felt whole and complete, and he knew intrinsically that Ashley felt it too.
The two of them sat there on the bed in silence for a few minutes, just enjoying the peace and quiet that rarely came with the three of them together, and he treasured it all the more for it. The moment was so calm and tranquil in fact, that Chris didn’t realize that he had begun to doze until Ashley had gently nudged his head with her own.
“She’s looking for you.”
Opening his eyes, he was greeted with the sight of one of Joshlynn’s hand grasping at the empty air, and her face scrunching up the longer she didn’t find what she was looking for even as she continued drinking. Without a word, Chris removed one of his arms from around Ashley’s waist and held out his pinky to place it in his daughter’s hand. It was instantaneous how quickly she settled back down, her tiny fist gripping firmly onto Chris’s pinky finger as though it was a lifeline.
Somedays, Chris wondered if it wasn’t his finger that was the lifeline, but her.
“I was getting so worried.” Chris didn’t turn his head so much as he looked at Ashley out of the corner of his eyes, still catching the way she gently rubbed her thumb across Joshlynn’s rosy cheek even as her voice came out in a choked whisper. “Her cheeks had been so red and warm the last couple of days, I was terrified that she was getting sick.”
Chris furrowed his forehead as some of the pieces he didn’t know had been missing in the first place clicked together. “Wait, is that why you haven’t been sleeping very well the past few nights?” He didn’t wait for her to answer, the moment her teeth had pulled her lower lip into her mouth was all the answer he needed. “Ash! Why didn’t you say anything?”
She shrugged, but no matter how blasé she tried to make it, Chris could easily tell how concerned and embarrassed she really was. “I don’t know. I was so scared that she was getting sick, but I was even more scared that I was going to bother everyone with nothing. That they were going to tell me that I’m just overreacting and a terrible mother. And they would have been right: I was overreacting. She’s fine. There was nothing to worry about.”
Chris just tightened his hold around her waist to hold her closer to him, turning his head so he could tuck it even further into the space between her neck and shoulder. “You still should have told me,” he murmured tiredly and urgently against her skin, “I should have been freaking out with you.”
“I was just overreacting—”
“Of course you were overreacting,” he interrupted. “We’re first time parents Ash! We’re supposed to be terrified about everything, it’s to be expected. Just watch, she’s going to trip and fall and skin her knee one day, but we’re totally going to be driving her to the ER to make sure that she didn’t break anything. And then we’re never going to let her run ever again or let her anywhere near sharp objects until she’s at least thirty-five. Just you wait and see.”
He could feel rather than hear the small little laugh she gave at that. “We’re not going to be that bad.”
“Says you. I’m going to be absolutely awful and embarrass all of you with my bubble-wrap parenting ways.”
There was something about the way that Ash moved her shoulder that let Chris know exactly what she was looking for. Not that it was hard, they had been pretty attuned to what the other wanted for years now. Still, he had no ideas of refusing her request, lifting his head to catch her lips with his own, the two of them melting into a kiss that carried no heat or passion with it, just trust and heartfelt appreciation that they were both here to experience this. If there had been any heat in the kiss, it was less a bonfire and more akin to a low burning flame in a fireplace; leaving you to feel content and tired, and not wanting to move an inch from the utmost safety and warmth it was offering you. It was a kiss shared by two parents who knew that the day’s scares and excitement had finally ended, and now the exhaustion had set in.
“I love you.”
Chris wasn’t sure which of them had actually said it, still so close that the other could likely feel the words forming before it ever passed their lips. It didn’t matter, the tired hum of confirmation that they both gave was all that was needed as an answer.
The two of them stayed like that for he had no idea how long, but eventually Joshlynn's suckling slowed before stopping entirely, and the once tight grip of her hand against his pinky had loosened enough that Chris was able to remove it with little effort and wrap his arm back around Ashley’s waist. Gently and slowly, Ash readjusted her hold so Joshlynn wasn’t latched onto her breast anymore, but never got up to put her into her crib. And Chris didn’t think it was possible, but he somehow managed to tighten his hold and bring them further into the cocoon of warmth and safety that had become his arms. All while he and Ash just continued to watch their daughter sleep peacefully in her arms.
“We really should put her to bed.” Ashley murmered.
“Probably. Lots to do.”
“Mhm. Never did clean up from lunch.”
“I should really go clean up the mess in the living room too.”
“It would be a good idea...”
Once it was clear that neither was willing to move, Chris spoke up.
“Or, you know, we could sit here for just a little longer.”
“Yeah, or we could do that. I think that’s the best idea you’ve had all day.”
“You know what? I think you’re right.”
#wacem#asks#my writing#until dawn#chris hartley#ashley brown#chrashley#chrashley baby i guess????#this got so much longer then i originally anticipated lol#i hope you're happy#you gave me the opportunity to write about domestic chrashley with a baby#and i took it and fucking ran!#you have no one to blame but yourself#heres hoping that helping to take care of literally hundreds of babies since i was 14#means that i can actually write a semi-realistic one#lets find out!#will i ever have kids of my own?#hell no#that would require a few steps that i very much prefer to stay at least 10 feet away from me at all times#but damn if this didnt make me homesick for my own siblings :(#god i miss the babes#did i really need the entire first half of this fic?#probably not#but you get it anyways so enjoy!
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Honestly, you're the mutual with the best username. I love it. So much. Also, you're the one who spawns beautiful, mismatched ship prompts like Chris/Sam/Jess, and Mike/Josh/Chris.
Ah yes! My legacy continues!
Also I realized the other day I don’t remember making this my URL but I’ve had it for like 2 years and that is weird to me.
Thanks for sending it in!
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Chris and Emily with #33, please?
They weren’t the best of friends, hell they were barely friends. Of course Chris had people he disliked more, but neither of the other two quite got on his nerves like her. But that was the thing, it worked, because she felt the same way. She was popular, rich, and fun. He was less so, middle class, and preferred video games to social interactions. Of course their actual friendship took a real hit the year prior. But the year following up to February 2015, they continued their little dance.
“Emily, Chris! You came.” Josh threw open the door to his parent’s mansion. “Move it nerd.” Emily pushed Chris out of the way and moved past Josh into the foyer. “Em and Matt were nice enough to give me a ride.” Chris rolled his eyes as he stepped into the room. Matt was trailing behind the other two, grabbing a platter from the car. “Matt!” Josh left the house to go help with the cake. Chris hung up his coat while Emily just ventured to find the birthday girl, Samantha.
“Comin through, Cochise!” Josh spoke and Chris moved out of the way as both Josh and Matt came into the house carrying the more than large enough cake box. Vegan cake, Chris scrunched his nose. He followed after the two into the kitchen where they set down the cake. “Is that for me?” Sam came in, wearing a silly little Birthday Girl pin on her blouse. “Hey out!” Josh shooed her away and she giggled, returning back to the living room.
The night progressed as a birthday party would. Food, cake, presents. Finally the crew settled down to play some board games. And competitive they were. Mike easily beat Matt, Josh, and Chris at Sorry! Sam was the winner of Clue. Josh won Cards Against Humanity. And finally they were playing Monopoly. Almost everybody was out, bankrupt or bought out. But Emily and Chris were the last two.
“I have this entire side of the board give up, Christopher!” Emily’s competitive nature coming out to play. “No way I have all the trains and both utilities.” Chris shot back as he moved his little dog piece down the board, thankfully landing on free parking. Emily looked up, an appalled look on her face, he dodged all her hotels?! “Something about you makes me want to commit extreme violence.” She gritted her teeth. “I’m just like that.” Chris shrugged, grinning. Their friends watched with mild interest as the two continued for the fifteenth round.
Mike hit the board with his legs, sending everything flying to the ground. “Oh. Sorry!” He coughed. Ashley and Sam cracked up, Matt giving a behind his back high five to Mike. “Well it looks like it's movie time.” Josh snickered. “MICHAEL!” Emily and Chris shouted in unison. “I was so going to win.” Emily pouted. “Oh please I had you in a bag!” Chris stuck his tongue out. “Well looks like nobody won.” Jess patted both their backs. “Dibs on the first movie!” Sam hurried to the theatre room. “Oh no not another nature documentary.” Josh got up and went after her. Chris and Emily staying behind to pick up the game pieces while the others went to fight over first pick.
“You did great!” Chris complimented as he put the houses, dice, and game pieces into their little baggy. “You too! I can’t believe they all fell for the old ‘Definitely Against Each Other’ strat.” Emily laughed as she made sure all the cards were in the right place. “They always do!” Chris put the box back on the shelf and the two gave each other a high five before heading into the theatre room.
#Chris Hartley#Emily Davis#Until Dawn#wacem#i could have gone so differently with this but i just want some FRIENDS BEING FRIENDS#ya know?
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Buttered toast
Dr. Hill vibezzz 😜✌️✌️✌️✌️✌️
(Send me an ask with random words of your choosing and I’ll assign you an Until Dawn character based off those words.)
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Gosh, these all hit me with so much dopamine. I'm pretty sure I've used a few myself. It's hard to pick one. Perhaps #15? Some trash trio tomfoolery? The victim being you-know-who?
"This, uh...this is gonna hurt, okay?"
His head whipped up from where he'd been looking at the blood-spattered ground, and through a lockjaw grimace of pain managed to hiss, "Oh yeah?! Oh yeah, Josh?! Is it gonna fucking hurt?!"
Ashley was already crouching, wiggling her fingers before tentatively taking hold of her side of the trap. "On three. Not, like, one-two-three-go, but just three. One-two-three. Okay?"
"Yeah, I...yeah, okay."
The only one who didn't get a say in this particular arrangement, Chris screwed his eyes shut, dug his nails into his palms, and waited for their count.
"One...twooo...three."
The trap squealed like a wounded animal as they prised it open, and while Chris's plan had been to simply pull his skewered foot out of it, the shock of that sudden sound had him stumbling instead, falling flat on his ass on the grass between them. If there was any silver lining to the situation, any silver lining at all, it was that he had, in fact, gotten out of the bear trap.
He was having difficulty pinpointing any others.
"Fuck," he breathed, fighting twin impulses - to both touch his ankle and to keep everyone and everything as far from it as possible. The result was a shrimpish hunching of his back as he tried to curl in around himself, bracing against wave after wave of stinging agony. "Who even...why...this is a fucking summer camp! For children!"
Ashley shushed him, her eyes huge as she scanned the clearing around them, and if he hadn't been so busy trying to chew a hole through the inside of his cheek, he might've snapped at her too.
"Yeah, see - you guys thought my shit back in Blackwood was bad," Josh muttered, following the hushed voice rule and therefore receiving no shush of his own. "At least I didn't rig this kinda shit up..."
"There weren't werewolves in Blackwood," Ashley hissed. Already she was turning again, rummaging through the messenger bag she'd had slung over her shoulder all night. Her eyes kept moving between her stuff and the shredded flesh of Chris's ankle, and he swore he could feel each glance she shot him like the bite of a bullet ant.
"Is that really the argument you're going with? There weren't werewolves, so clearly there couldn't be shitty traps? Because, pardon me, I did get pretty shaken up that night so maybe I'm not remembering things right, but I do seem to recall there being...something terrifying up on that glorious mountain..."
"You're not helping!"
Barely able to see them through the tears welling in his eyes, Chris snapped back, "Neither of you are helping!"
"The tone, Cochise. The tone. Y'know, I hate to be this guy, but first there's the whole mess with your knee...now this...your track record with monster hunters is just not ideal, man."
"This still isn't helping!"
"Yeah, well, I'm just saying," Josh muttered, glancing over his shoulder as Ashley finally - finally - found something that might work as a bandage. "Maybe we should stop and ask the glaring question: Are you the problem here?"
"Josh!"
"It's a legitimate concern."
#wacem#six sentence weekend#until dawn#queenie writes supermassive#oooh cochise...#one day he'll catch a break#(he won't)
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Nothing brings Joseph quite so much joy as letting his hair down and settling in with a good book after a long day on the farm.
Partially inspired by a hilarious conversation between @delurkr and @tinynightmarewoman , which I thoroughly enjoyed reading, concerning how Joseph was probably just as blind as James and John and only didn't have glasses because he couldn't afford them.
I tend to share that opinion, but I also headcanon him as someone who enjoys reading, so, for the sake of his sanity, I've bestowed reading glasses upon him.
#Little Hope#The Dark Pictures Anthology#The Dark Pictures Anthology: Little Hope#Joseph Lambert#Joseph#Poor guy can't afford glasses for his myopia#Struggling to tell his cows from his goats#But confound it all if he's gonna be satisfied with not seeing well enough to read#I also just wanted to draw him with his hair down#wacem doodles
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Jeff Whitman as...
1917's Carver double. His name might not fit but I can work around that(Carver descendant, adopted by loving stepfather), he is approximately the right age to be C for the era, beautifully illustrated in @delurkr's 1917 little hope artworks(T/D/J/M/A-f/A-m) which didn't include a carver double at the time and since the addition of tdim Jeff has been worked into the reincarnation cycle lore.
(lore and close more undercut)
In this timeline Jeff lives but loses Marie which is in line with Carver lossing Madeline and that being the starting point for the descent into villainy, recall that it's only two years since and Reverend Carver had been a much more gracious man, even evidently being fully behind "He who is without sin cast the first stone" and that the lose of his wife was the catalyst for the man he'd become and this "evil Jeff" is more or less following the pattern as an "what would have happened had fate not been subverted" and because fate was subverted C was Shattered in the cycle and this is why there's a lot of him from the Midcentury era on, the powers that be made Carson but also Abe White and private Cooper who are the same age despite being shown at an earlier point(the back ups died basically)
Marie's necklace as a very visible attachment to her memory, especially given that they were married for one day and he's lived longer without her. It shows a deep inability to let go and how being hardened by time rather than healed leads to his callousness that he could not have imagined before with this speculative villain arc, all in all dying at the same time in this context would prevent his negative character arc that would occur over the following decades
There's is consideration for how things play out differently but for now I will leave you with some early progress sketches and the fact that this idea has been in the back of my mind for a good year at this point
@kassiekole22 @tatjana-fantasy @blubary @kindheartedgummybears @qusok @ctrvpani @unhingedlesbear @tinynightmarewoman @eframschweigersskincells @wacem @hannahhook7744 (I'm putting this in the little hope tags due to the nature of the au and it's framing)
#the devil in me#little hope#the dark pictures anthology#the dark pictures the devil in me#the dark pictures little hope#jeff whitman#little hope 1917#supermassive games#Ramblings#Here's your cinnamon roll corruption ♥️
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Dünya Akademik Acil tıp Konseyi (World Academic Council Emergency Medicine-WACEM) başkanlığına bir Siirtli geliyor
Dünya Akademik Acil tıp Konseyi (World Academic Council Emergency Medicine-WACEM) başkanlığına bir Siirtli geliyor
Tıp bilim insanı hamyerimiz Acil Tıp Uzmanı Prof.Dr. Başar Canderin ulusal ve uluslar arası düzeydeki başarıları devam ediyor.Bu güne kadar ülke içinde ve ülke dışında bir başarayı imza atan ve bir çok ödül alan Prof.Dr. Cander, Dünya Acil Tıp Konseyi Başkanlığını üstlenecek.
Japonya, ABD, İtalya, Katar, Singapur, Hindistan, Malezya, Ekvator gibi çok sayıda ülkenin üye olduğu konsey uluslararası…
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Dünya Akademik Acil tıp Konseyi (World Academic Council Emergency Medicine-WACEM) başkanlığına Prof. Dr. Başar Cander seçildi....
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I'm late, but could I request six sentences of Chrashley hurt/comfort when they're the only Blackwood survivors?
Considering the amount of seating available in the ranger’s station, Chris and Ashley had elected not to use any of it, not wanting to look at the eight empty chairs longer then they had to. It was an extremely painful reminder that somehow, someway, it was the two of them alone that had survived the slaughter on Blackwood Mountain, so they instead choose to sit on the floor together by an ancient and blinking vending machine.
While sitting on the floor like this was murder on Chris’s poor jammed and locked ankle, it was better then feeling the constant judging stares of the phantoms that no doubt resided in six of the chairs. Neither was sure how long the two of them sat there on the cold and wet tile, Ash practically in Chris’s lap and both of them enveloped in such a way that she had shoved her face into his shoulder and he was in the process of smothering himself in her hair (both of them smelling nothing but blood and smoke and ash but feeling like pulling away would have shattered something that neither could name) and their hands digging into the others back with a fierceness and possessiveness that neither would have once thought possible. At some point, the two of them had started murmuring and muttering soft words to each other, the words meaningless as they both latched on to the sound of their voices (heavy with exhaustion and unshed tears), a weak but soothing balm on their hearts to remind them that against all the odds they were still alive.
Next to them, the mechanical hum of the old vending machine was working to drown out their tired thoughts and slowly sending them into what would be a fitful sleep filled with red splattered on white and long sharp claws all around them, but the other’s steady breath and warmth as they both drifted off reminded them that no matter what happened after this, they likely wouldn’t be waking up alone ever again.
#wacem#my writing#chrashley#for you dude? i think i can manage one more :)#think i missed the comfort part of hurt/comfort but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#dont know if ill do this type of think again but it was a nice experiment into something new#learned that i am in no way shape or form meant to write drabbles and sentence pieces like this though#def more suited to long fic type stuff i think
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Twdg ud crossover? Oh do tell me so much more. :D
ohohoHO well lucky for u i already put some hot info for this one right here for u to peruse ;]
however, since its you, you’ll ALSO be happy to know that the character in need to medical attention in this fic is chris cause he fucked his leg up (again)
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