(this may have already gone through but i sent it in a place with very bad service before, so if this is a duplicate i apologize)
good afternoon!! hope you’re doing well. in terms of those UD sketches you requested, it could be cute to see chris and ashley (platonic or romantic) sneaking away for some quiet time at one of the annual getaways, think sipping hot cocoa on the front steps of the lodge or something like that :)
so i didnt see this until a million years later and IM SO SORRY
heres the plain sketch bc the bullshit effects and layers i was messing around with are distracting me 🙏
once again IM SO SORRY for being a chud and drawing this the next year holy shit im so done. but crashley's so cute! so.
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Sorry. This has been sitting here for a bit as I figured out how to phrase my take.
VERY IMPORTANT BEFORE I START: I will sound a little heated while presenting some points, but this is NOT IN ANY WAY aimed at you, dear anon. I love getting asks. I just can be strongly worded about things I like and dislike.
To start off, Chrashley is my favorite of the three canon couples.
I think they can have, by far, the strongest story arc as a couple. I like that they start from a place of actual love that's noticeably less selfish than what we see of Emily for Matt and Mike/Jess in the early game. I think that Chris and Ashley kissing before his chase is the strongest conclusion we get to any mini-arc. Some of their dialogue is really memorable as well.
I also just have a MAJOR soft spot for the Old Hotel arc because I love that location and the Mystery Man clueline, and Chris and Ashley were both key players in that.
However, I'm also not totally positive about it? To the point where I do like Chrissam and MattAsh more.
I mean this is obviously about Chris's door death lol...
I don't like that situation in terms of the writing or in terms of how it's engaged with in the fandom. It's actually such an upsetting scene to me. You're watching an overall very human, good guy beg for his life to someone he does love despite how he acted under EXTREME duress. And he's just stared at as he sobs and is literally ripped apart. It's SO upsetting to every part of me that has empathy for people. The scene is the product of a need the game had (to justify the butterfly effect and provide a consequence for not keeping characters in good standing). But I am in the small percentage of people who finds Ashley's behavior here actually really un-complicated to a frustrating degree. Ashley is coded in a really procrustean manner where, regardless of human attachment or any additional nuance to how you played Chrashley, she will kill Chris if he makes this decision, and it absolutely weakens the romance for me.
And to go on to how I don't like the fandom response to this... I'm sorry, but I am actually deeply bothered by the commentary sometimes. Loving Ashley for the routes where she's honestly sweet and funny and has a well-developed arc with Chris is understandable! Even reading this scene a little different from me is understandable! (Though I truly think that the reading "it was an accident" is not at all backed by the game. Plus it was denied by multiple devs. I have receipts).
But the rhetoric that irritates me is "Ashley had a right to do this" or "she was justified." No she wasn't. And I say that about what Chris did! I find that more empathizable than what Ashley did. I don't think these are equal situations. They're different. But I also don't think Chris was right to shoot Ashley even if she asked him to. I just think the game justifies his position remarkably well. Chris was put into a situation that was fabricated to have no good answer, and so I find his choices all really human and designed specifically to be unfair to him. But shooting Ashley is immoral regardless.
The issue that starts to bleed into how I feel about Chrashley is that I see people on Tumblr and Reddit who are actually trying to say that there's nothing morally wrong about this situation. And I see other people who are presenting clearly bad-faith readings on who Chris is in order to make him a palatable victim. And I find that... Icky. I can't help it and feel like the modern fandom treats fans who feel this way pretty badly. I've had REALLY needlessly abrasive people getting on me for daring to find this scene immoral and daring to say I find this specific act evil due to my own moral understanding. Instead, people get into "there must be a side of you that hates women" or "you're stupid."
In what world do you think this is going to convince me to love Chrashley and Ashley to the extent you do?
Finally, the other side of the fandom response to this scene is meant in humor but it also sits with me wrongly... Which is the "Ashley had every right to do that to a man" Tumblr posts. Or "I don't think Chris should die for his decision in the trap. I think he should die because Ashley decided he should, and I love girls so much and support their choices."
The amount of times I've seen posts like that is... staggering. And I DO NOT BELIEVE PEOPLE MEAN IT. I just don't think it's funny. I don't find "death jokes about half the human race" humorous. I don't think people are BAD people for making these jokes, but it's a brand of humor I find upsetting, and that's how I am.
So, this got long anyway but my final thought is:
I like Chrashley at their best. I like Ashley at her best. I adore Chris. I find it really hard to get over this scene of the game which, to me, makes it hard not to find at least a small level of very personally triggering toxicity present in this pairing...
Now... I swear. If I get comments implying I'm somehow an idiot or bad person for this take I'm going to be so annoyed. I think it's usually teens who haven't learned to regulate how they feel about characters yet, but I swear there are people who take it as a personal slight and a moral failing on my part to find their favorite character or favorite ship unlikable to any degree.
And c'mon... I do not do this to other people. I like Jossam, but I've obviously had it laid out for me why people find that ship icky and unpalatable. And my take? It's their prerogative to feel that way and to voice that shipping it is too against their sensibilities. I see the ship differently, but I also cannot fault others for being harrowed by certain toxic scenes in a way that I am not personally harrowed by those same scenes. I say I like Jossam because I see complexity and some possible redemption in them, but how can I fault someone for finding obvious maltreatment upsetting? Or saying they don't like the ship because of obvious flaw in the ship? (Now I will say that some anti-Jossam people do this thing where they act like people who ship it are abuse apologists, and I think that's stupid, but I don't blame them for not liking this ship that I do).
TO REITERATE! I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE, ANON! I think it's sweet you care what I think. So this is my messy view on Chrashley.
HIIII how abouttttt chrashley sitting alone somewhere at a nye party and playing social suicide together??? Hope you're having a great day and HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! ^^
“Y’know…statistically, you kinda have to pick dare eventually.”
A challenge? Had she really heard that correctly? He was going to challenge her in front of—well, wait, okay, they’d sort of picked the basement couch specifically because there weren’t other people around, but the principle stood—everyone? Who did he think he was dealing with?
Finishing what was left of her drink, Ashley snorted then shook her head. “Big talk, bringing statistics into it. Remind me, what was your final grade in that?”
“Unimportant.”
“Uh huh.”
“Entirely beside the point.”
“Sure.”
Clearly seeing he wasn’t about to make any headway, Chris grabbed her phone from the would-be ‘pile’ between them, giving it a playful shake right in her face. “The whole idea of this game is experiencing the horrible, gut-churning threat of me having my way with this beautiful baby.”
She wrinkled her nose, pushing her phone (and consequently, his hand) away. “Okay, ew. I’d super appreciate a little rephrasing.”
“You could dare me to rephrase,” he taunted, raising his eyebrows about as high as they could go. “That’s definitely a thing you could do. Well, i-i-if it was your turn, that is. But since it’s not…”
Much as it pained her to do so, she turned away from him before the puppydog eyes could take effect. “Since it’s not, then, truth.”
Turned out, she didn’t need to be looking at him; his disappointment was audible. Perfectly audible. “For the love—okay, fine. Fine. That’s how you want to do this? Guess I’m gonna have to break out the big guns.”
“Oh no, not the big guns…” she snickered, crossing one leg over the other as she let herself sink that much deeper into the couch cushions. Upstairs, someone cheered as if in response, the noise quickly followed by the muffled thumpthumpthump of footsteps. A part of her was a little hurt that no one had noticed their absence, but if she was being honest, a much, much bigger part of her was relieved.
The couch squeaked as Chris leaned forward, setting his elbows on his knees. He looked down to let his glasses slide to the very end of his nose before he looked up again, the effect hilariously (read: horrendously) reminiscent of a naughty librarian. “What…is…the…steamiest thing you’ve ever written when you should’ve been paying attention to class?”
Her eyes rolled so hard the rest of her head went with them. “Oh my Go—I don’t write ‘steamy,’ Chris.”
“Ohoho! Is that a nonanswer I hear?”
“I don’t!” she insisted, throwing her arms out before folding them tightly over her chest. “That’s…it’s not in my wheelhouse, all right?”
“Still not an answer.”
“There’s no anwer to give, doofus.” Hoping it would serve as punctuation, she stuck her tongue out at him, quickly trying to take her turn (and change the subject). “Point me. Now, truth or—”
“Ah ah ah…” The tsk-tsking wasn’t helping the naughty librarian image. It just wasn’t. Whether he knew that or not, Chris seemed terribly pleased of himself as he brandished her phone again, giving it another jaunty shake. “I have it on good authority that there is some grade-A, choice-cut, priiimo erotica hiding somewhere in here, Ash—”
A bridge too far, that was a bridge too far! She groaned aloud before making a futile swipe for it, Chris of course managing to yank it away right in time. “Literally what are you talking about?! There’s nothing—”
“Sam says—”
“Sam?! Why have you been talking to Sam about—”
“One last chaaance,” he singsonged, doubling in on himself when she began smacking at his arm. “I have ways of making you talk, Mr. Bond. So whaddya think? You gonna give me the hot goss vis-à-vis your lewd lecture hall literature, or am I gonna have to unlock this sweet thang and go looking myself?”
Sitting back with a huff, Ashley gave in. Admitted defeat, as it were. Would she say that much out loud? No! Never! Absolutely not! But in her head, she had to give it to him: Going with dare would’ve been way easier than this.
“If you never say any of those words in that order again,” she sighed, yanking the brim of her beanie down over her eyes, “I will tell you.”
“I don’t think that’s how the game works, but okay, sure. Cross my heart.”
And then the basement was silent. Save for the ambient sounds of the party raging upstairs, there was—
Wait. Wait.
Ashley took a deep breath in, preparing herself for what came next. Slowly, she pushed her beanie back up so she could see, surreptitiously scoping out Chris’s position beside her. “Okay,” she said when the plan gelled in her head, “fine. So. I guess. There was this one time. Where I wrote…”
She froze. Widened her eyes. Lifted her hand the tiniest bit when Chris made a sound.
“Holy cow,” she whispered, then, louder, “oh my gosh, do you hear them? What time is it?! Chris, I think they started the countdown!”
“What?! No way! I could’ve sworn—”
Rookie mistake. Chris tapped his own phone to check the time, giving her the perfect opening to jump up from the couch and snatch hers out of his hand. In a flash, she dropped it down the front of her sweater (time was of the essence, after all), making it disappear a split-second before he realized what had happened.
“Are you kidding me? Party foul! Extreme party foul, Ash, grounds for disqualification! That was…okay, it was a little impressive, I’m not gonna lie, but mostly, mostly, it was sneaky. And uncool. You know, if Josh was here to referee, I’m at least seventy-five percent sure he’d say I was well within my rights to confiscate your phone for the rest of the night.”
“If you want it that bad, come get it,” she snorted. “I dare you.”
Which was, unsurprisingly, the precise moment she remembered it was, in fact, his turn.
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I'm a bit of a mood this weekend, so how do you feel about whipping up six sentences of that sleepy, mushy chrashley I'm oh so weak for? (Bonus points if you can squeeze in a bit of a wintery/snowy twist cause why the hell not lol)
The snow had fallen silently, secretly, a surprise for all the night owls who'd fallen asleep to dead grass and frosted concrete; it hung heavy on tree branches, weighing down the last of the autumn leaves, and though the sun had yet to rise, the whiteness of it all was almost bright enough to make your eyes water.
At first, she thought she was dreaming - that's how nice it was, how picturesque. But there was an ache in her neck and an electronic whine in the air, and beside her, Chris's breath rasped juuust on the precipice of becoming a snore, so she had to figure no, nope, nuh-uh, this one was probably real.
And how strange, how surreal, to be looking at snow again without an ounce of fear in her heart, without the deep, thrumming instinct to run, to hide, to survive. How nice to be able to just...turn the tv off, move the cushions around, lay her head on Chris's lap instead of his shoulder and burrow deeper into the blankets they'd piled high around themselves last night.
That was a surprise too, Ashley thought blearily before she began to drift back to sleep: That, after everything, life could be this nice again.
HIIIIII!!! Can I have some ghost hunting au chrashley? Maybe some podcast shenanigans????? Pretty please 🙂↕️🙏 Hope you're having a great weekend ^^
"Nonono," Chris said, holding his hand up in front of Ashley's mic before she could get another word out, "I know what you're thinking, listeners - oh, holy shit, there's no way they're gonna let her stop them from talking about this super spooky YouTube video, not again - but I have good news! Time for a message from our very first sponsor!"
Ashley paused for a beat, regarding Chris's hand with raised eyebrows before she sighed, "We definitely don't have any sponsors."
"Sure we do, says so right here in my notes: This week's episode of the Creepy Crepes Podcast sponsored by Weenie Hut, Ashley's favorite place to sit back, relax, and be a major wee - "
Her eyes went wide with faux betrayal as she wrenched his hand away from her mic, doing her best to get out, "Well here's a message from our second sponsor, Weenie Hut Jr - " before Chris managed to flip her mute button.
"I'm going to tell this story at their wedding," Josh deadpanned, and something about the flatness of his tone (and the pathetic sound of the others' poke-fight) made Sam snort so hard she peaked her audio levels.