until dawn ss !!
my secret santa was @uptillion!
decided to draw one of your top ships, mattash, loosely inspired by your ballroom dancing headcanons
hope you like it!
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until dawn ss !!
my secret santa was @uptillion!
decided to draw one of your top ships, mattash, loosely inspired by your ballroom dancing headcanons
hope you like it!
@untildawn-secretsanta
hi hi hiiiii (again ;P heheuheueheue) please allow me to amend my previous ask.......i would adore matt and ashley reuniting after the events of until dawn, if at all possible 🥰🫶
It was short lived. ):
Then after the whole affair was done away with… Emily was back. Chris was back.
And they’d be released into the custody of their parents the neck morning.
Ashley seeing Emily, Matt seeing Chris:
“… right…”
Back to pushing that away. Just slipped to the surface guys don’t even worry about it.
That’s just a wishful thought on the last image. It’s hurt with denier comfort.
Also yeah very deliberate showing of mishandling a bunch of traumatized teenagers. Their wellbeing is secondary.
🫣 How do you, Queenie, first of her names, breaker of hearts, monger of tears, rarepair dealer—suppose Matt and Ashley’s friendship first took off?
They would find out later - at lunchtime, to be specific (one of Ashley's favorite new spelling words) - that "new" could mean any number of very, very different things.
For Matt, "new" meant he was supposed to go to the school just down the street from his house, but for a bunch of reasons his parents couldn't get him to understand, he was actually going to be starting third grade at the school across town - the one past the park and the pizza place, which meant he had to get up earlier, eat his breakfast faster, and never, ever miss the bus.
For Ashley, "new" meant moving (again), not just across town but at least three different states (again); and while her mom promised it would be the last time (again), and that it was for the best (again), and maybe this time the two of them could settle long enough to start making friends (again), she had her doubts. Again.
But both of them, as it turned out, were "new" in the same way that it applied to the bus - the big step up and the bigger step in, somehow made bigger and harder by the endless chug of exhaust making their eyes water - something that maybe wasn't so bad, in the grand scheme of things.
Before he said hello or even thought to give her his name, Matt took Ashley's hand and smiled, and neither one of them had to worry about sitting next to a stranger ever again.
I made the Chrissam pose!! 🥹 Look how glorious.
(Extra: MattAsh because @cuddly-copium made cute art for me before lol)
I’ve had this photo for ages and just realized you’d love to see it @cuddly-copium
Whats ur very very rare UD pairing mines Ashley x Matt
hey queenie!! long time no see!! how’ve you been, diva? figured i’d pop this in the old inbox for the next six sentence weekend, whenever that might be:
mattash being bffsies or crashley being cuties 😌
"Brought you something," he heard from just above and to the left, and without having to look, his brain filled the gaps enough to raise his hand just in time for her to slot the thermos into it. "Give it a sec, though, I think I made it too hot...totally scorched my tongue."
When Ashley sat, making a little 'oof!' sound as she joined him on the steps, Matt smiled her way before glancing down at the steam pouring out of the thermos's mouth, thinking to himself that he was pretty lucky, all told. Last he checked, everyone else was still in the dining room, half playing drinking games and half fighting, the altitude and the general lack of sleep wreaking havoc on their (already touchy) tempers.
"Extra marshmallows, I hope?" he teased, bringing the cocoa up to his face so he could better smell it.
"Um, duh," she joked back, feigning insult, "you act like I don't know you or something;" but the end of the word went jagged, spiking into a high-pitched squeal as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her in close for a hug, the two of them happily watching the sun set over snowy Blackwood Pines.
“Stop jump scaring me! OmiGOD!”