#reset timeline au

[sweetkissesfromthewoods]

MAFIAFELL FRISK DETER! RESET TIMELINE!

I did my own design for this au

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Wonder what are some things people currently think are actually canon in killers story (based off all the surviving content we currently have that wasn’t deleted or not properly tagged to be found again) that is actually just technically fanon that got really popular and misunderstood as actual explicit canon or were just headcanons drawing from bits in canon or expanded/elaborated on parts of canon that then also became commonly accepted and misunderstood as actual explicit canon

[creaturetale-askblog]

CreatureTale Comic: An Omen (pg 11)

Warning (sensitive language)

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[theangrycomet-art]

Chrono Hard Reset AU Line Up

Outfits for an AU/Fic I've been calling "How to do a Hard Reset on a Doomed Timeline for Dum-Dums" or my Chrono Hard Reset AU.

The Bois deserved to keep some of their cool space stuff especially since there is no way the four didn't get major growth spurts in Space.

COMMISSIONS OPEN

Comparisons with how they were at the start of the series and their Apocalypse Counterparts:

[rainbowflower01]

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Finished the second page. I definitely wanna complete this comic!

Old version: https://www.deviantart.com/rainbowflower01/gallery/62343633/one-final-reset

↓ Original Artwork ↓

[callofthecorvus]

Connected Timelines Ramble: Backing off my previous 'Geno has an ex' headcanon, what if Dust happened to be that ex? I can see them bonding over shared trauma: surviving a genocided timeline and losing their brothers.

So when Dust eventually came clean about his past, that he genocided his own timeline [and others under Nightmare], even if he felt guilty and wanted to change, the heartbreak and betrayal Geno would have felt was devastating.

Even if it was originally done to stop Chara, the fact that he continued to genocide other timelines was despicable in Geno's eyes. Dust became the very same person he hated, and all Geno could see when looking at Dust was her. He broke it off instantly and Dust respected his decision and never contacted him again.

Given that Nightmare and Dream have now been at peace for decades, they're often invited to the same get togethers. They've never told anyone else about their previous relationship, so they act all awkward around each other and nobody knows why.

[jurassicgecko]

A prospect of change

Read on DA: https://www.deviantart.com/jurassicgecko/gallery/96624270/a-prospect-of-change

or on Fanon:

New AU in 2025? Who still does that???

There we go. Unknown AU emerged from the void. I know that my comic is not going to be famous. That's okay. Here is my small corner of the Internet in which I can share some art with the others. I do this because I enjoyed spending time with Undertale characters while playing the game. What to anticipate? Resets and blurry memories. Chara and Asriel. Skelebros shenanigans. Drama! Action! Bloodshed! Let's explore the Underground together!

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[lilcookiebugg]

SONELISE IS PEAK TRAGIC ROMANCE

And I’m tired of people fucking saying it’d “be better if she and Sonic were just friends with no romance.”

When that was the whole point of them.

Elise had to sacrifice her happiness. Her love to ensure that destruction didn’t come across the world. She was forced to give up her memories with Sonic. To give up all her love and affection she had for him in exchange for the greater good.

They are supposed to be tragic. And I just don’t think them just having a friendship would hit the same way.

Since anyone could be Elise’s friend. But Sonic gave her love and something more.

And that’s what makes it more painful.

She spent her years repressed and unable to experience many emotions. She was literally unable to cry. Like she was that repressed. I can’t imagine living like that.

Sonic brought her out of her shell. He allowed her to open up and feel joy again. And she really loved him.

Which is probably why it would hurt so much at the end for her to blow out the flame. And basically sacrifice her love and time she had with him for the greater good.

Could it work with them just having a friendship? I’m sure it could with the right writer and vision. After all, anything is possible in fandom.

But I personally think it wouldn’t hit the same way since like I have said before. Anyone could be Elise’s friend. And maybe she did have friends.

But Sonic gave her more than that. And that’s why it probably hurt more to give it up.

[paintedkinzy-88]

Lust's bro coming home after a date with his bf only to find a large golden noodle curled up around Lust both asleep. Blue in the kitchen cooking and Ink in his half form doodling surrounded by half a dozen sketchbooks.

Stfu that’s actually hilarious hold on—

Warning for. Suggestive topics in the background, I suppose. It is Underlust. I tried to keep it PG, but also I’m very tired so eh ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Writing jumpscare boo

“Sans, I will be completely honest with you. I do not know what I am looking at.”

He wasn’t quite sure how to describe it, either. Papyrus’ brother has always been an… interesting character, to put it lightly. And he doesn’t mean that in any negative way! Stars knows the Great Papyrus would never settle with normal, especially in the world they live in. “Normal” here was extravagant, in-your-face, and exceedingly too personal. It had to be, unfortunately, for all of their survival.

Sans, however, found a way to be all of that, but so much better. He knows everything and everyone, flaunts his stuff like there’s no tomorrow, can party with the best of them and put on incredible shows every other night at Grillby’s. He’s memorable, in ways Papyrus just cannot understand, but deeply admires. And above all else, Sans is respectful.

Sure, he is the biggest piece of fruit on the grapevine, collecting gossip like it’s a national treasure, but he knows when to share and what to keep to himself. He’s become a safe space for many monsters, for better or worse, able to pick apart their walls and façades like they’re just a big game of Jenga. Papyrus has seen him do it too many times to count. He’s able to pick out the one monster in the crowd that’s clearly trying to drink away all their feelings for the sake of a party, and coerce them into cutting off their tab, talking it out in the bathroom, and going home for the night with newly smeared makeup. Whether that was with or without Sans coming along depended on the monster and the mood.

In other words, he was a reliable “mom friend” at a party, despite often having a few drinks himself.

But, more importantly, Sans has a personality beyond just sex and drugs. It’s something only people that manage to get past his pelvis have the opportunity to see. His room is filled with space memorabilia rather than the hottest magazines. He had a secret lab instead of a dungeon. He’d rather have a good burger and a soda than any of the tangy drinks and edibles that were so often found in everyone’s homes. Heck, his hobbies revolve around “star” gazing, pranks, and just making people laugh.

He encouraged Papyrus to live by his heart rather than by the lust flowing through his magic, unlike every other monster that wants him to be “down for anything.”

More than all of that, Sans was impossible to predict. He could honestly tell you the secrets of the universe one moment and then hit you with a water balloon the next. He made life in the Underground interesting and infinitely more tolerable.

That is to say, this scenario that Papyrus has currently walked into has certainly taken the cake. Multiple cakes, even.

There were currently three skeleton monsters in his living room, not including himself. One was standing in the doorway of their kitchen, in an outfit so unlike what he is used to seeing around Snowdin. A blue bandana is wrapped around his neck, hiding his neck and collarbone, with sturdy grey shoulder pads underneath it. His shirt covers his entire ribcage, and his pants are baggy and tucked into noticeably-not-high-heeled boots. On top of all of that, he has an apron on that says “Reach for the Stars” with multicolored stars littered across it.

In front of the couch, surrounded by an insane amount of paper, pencils, and other art supplies, is a skeleton of much similar structure to the other one — if you chose to ignore the horns, tail, and bare wing bones. He also has a scarf around his neck, this one brown and covered in writing and black splotches. His tan and white long sleeve shirt also covers much of his torso, but at least it’s a little more form fitting. His pants are flowy, however, but there are some sort of black leggings underneath them. He has no shoes, and Papyrus doesn’t see any near the door that aren’t already supposed to be there. A little strange to be barefoot in Snowdin, given the weather, though he supposes the folk in New Home or Hotland may enjoy the aesthetic?

The final two are by far the strangest part of this scene. Which is quite amazing, considering one is his actual brother.

Sans, in a rainbow hoodie with a purple star on the chest that Papyrus has never seen him wear, is currently in the center of a rather large, yellow, lizard-like… beast? Monster? Was that a monster?? Papyrus has never met a monster like this before, and he’s met a LOT of monsters in his time in the Royal Harem, before meeting Mettaton. Perhaps Undyne would know them? Or, actually, if they were a monster, maybe he shouldn’t be so surprised that Sans knows them, since Sans seems to know everyone in the underground far better than he probably should.

Either way, this was a very… Innocent yet weird moment to have walked into. Not that Papyrus was necessarily complaining. He hated to walk in on anything else.

All of the skeletons present (aside from the large one, who seemed to be asleep. Were they a skeleton monster?? Their pseudo skin seems very similar to his and Sans’ ecto bodies) are now staring at him, sockets wide and bodies frozen, like three children with their hands caught in the cookie jar. Even Sans himself looks surprised and confused, as if seeing his only other house mate within their very house was an unexpected turn of events.

Finally, the one in blue whips his head around to look at his brother, brows pinched downward. “Lust! You said he wouldn’t be home for another hour!”

He’s holding a plate of tacos in his hands. That’s perhaps the most normal thing in this entire scenario.

“Uh, yeah,” Sans replied, surprisingly. Why on earth he’d reply to such a cursed word, Papyrus had no idea. “He shouldn’t be back until, like, six somethin’.”

Papyrus distinctly remembers saying he’d be home at four-thirty sharp, actually. It figures that his brother would remember incorrectly, though he supposes it didn’t matter since he was technically correct. “It’s actually six twenty-four, right now,” he informed them, crossing his arms. “I had to stay later than normal because Mettaton needed help brainstorming new and exciting questions for his game show this week. Obviously, I was the best person to ask.”

Sans nodded, as if he expected this response. “Yeah yeah, hold on.” He shuffled around a little bit, reaching down towards his pants pockets. The large skull that laid on his stomach huffed unhappily, to which he simply patted their forehead with a soft “sorry, Dream.” Finally, he pulled out his phone and clicked it on.

A small purple phone Papyrus has also never seen before.

The horned skeleton on the floor snorted, propping his head on his hand. “Lusty, I think that’s the phone I gave ya.”

“Oh, shit.”

“Oh my stars,” the blue one groaned. He ran his free hand down his face, finally setting the tray of tacos down on the nearest table. “How did you mix that up?!”

“I’m sorry! They look similar!”

“The multiverse one literally has a star keychain, how did that slip your mind?!”

“You try havin’ two phones!”

“I literally do, you absolute doofus—“

“Yo, guys, don’t wake the baby,” the horned one scolded playfully, gesturing to the lizard-skeleton-thing. Which, if that WAS a baby, Papyrus was terrified to know what the parents looked like.

Though, knowing how rare children were, he supposed the skeleton was joking, now that he thought about it.

Great. Another comedian then (he says with all the fond annoyance, of course.)

“Excuse me,” he speaks up once again. They all turn back towards him, almost completely in sync. Terrifying. “I’m sorry to interrupt… whatever this is. But I would like to know who the heck you all are and why you’re in my home? How do you know my brother exactly? And are you all skeletons?? I didn’t realize there were other skeletons like us. And, more importantly, WHAT and/or WHO is THAT?”

He gestured wildly to the yellow being, sockets pinning his older brother down. Sans at least had the decency to look apologetic.

He should be, for keeping such cool and not-ravenous friends to HIMSELF.

“… Any chance I can convince you this is a dream?” Sans tried with a sheepish grin.

“Absolutely not.”

“Damn.”

“I can explain!” The skeleton-dragon-monster popped up from the ground happily, tail wiggling like a boney snake. Now that he was up, Papyrus noted that he was even shorter than his own brother. It was quite cute.

The blue one ran both his hands down his face now, though Paps swears he can see the corner of his teeth perk up a bit.

“Okay, so, I’m Ink!” the little one started, pointing to himself and then to his friends, “That’s Blue, Dream, and you know Lust! Kinda. Not AS Lust, but whatever. We’re all best of buddies, and we’re just hangin’ out today because Dream hadn’t seen Lust in a while and he really likes Lust’s hoodie, and when a piece of your hoard calls to you, ya just have to answer.”

“Mhm,” Papyrus nodded, utterly perplexed and not understanding a good portion of that entire explanation.

“A hoard is a dragon’s, like, very important personal belongings?” Sans tried to explain. “Like… a collection of… actually, never mind, it won’t matter in the long run and it’s hard to explain. Just know that Dream sees my hoodies and blankets and pillows as his own, and they’re very important to him.”

This is going to give him a headache. “So he needs to. Snuggle them. While you are in it.”

Sans snorted, patting Dream’s head again. “I mean, I don’t have to be in it, but it makes the experience better for both of us.”

Fair enough. He would much rather be cuddled up to his boyfriend than dealing with whatever-this-was.

“Anywho!” Ink paused. “Where was I?”

“Introducing us and failing to explain why we’re here,” Blue offered unhelpfully.

“Right! We’re alternate versions of your brother—“

“Oh my Stars, Ink.”

“And we all defend the multiverse together, but we’re also really close! Like family, not friends-with-benefits close, to confirm—“

“Oh my STARS, Ink—“

“— so we like to hang out in each other’s universes when we’re not fighting world-ending bad guys, and today we just so happened to be here for… whatever reason I may have already forgotten. Anyway! I gave Lust a phone to use across the multiverse, and it has the time of the Doodle Sphere on it because that’s consistent across the multiverse, but that also means it’s different from YOUR world’s time, with timelines and resets and all of that, so we confused the two.”

There was a long pause after Ink finished rambling, smiling happily up to the taller skeleton in the room. Before he could really register any of what was said, however, Blue muttered a little, “Technically, Lust confused the two, not us.”

This, of course, earned him an indignant shout from his brother, and—

Okay, yeah, no.

Papyrus nodded multiple times, clapping his hands together and pressing them to his teeth. “I have no clue what’s happening here,” he stated plainly. “I’m going to assume this is just more of Sans’ weird time-space shenanigans and… and I am. Going. To bed. I think.”

They all blinked at him quietly. The dragon-thing shuffled peacefully, sighing and rubbing his head against Sans’ chest. He looked comfortable, and incredibly soft as well. Perhaps when Papyrus had more motivation to understand what was in front of him, he’d ask if he could pet the large creature.

Breaking the silence, Blue gestured to the plate of food beside him. “Do you want a taco before you go?”

“… Sure. Why not.”

[imhereandexist]

Chapter 1, Pt 2: Traverse Town

“..Ra…” a voice was yelling at him.

His body hurts though. He didn't want to get up. Riku and him fought that battle and then hit something hard.

“So..ra..” the voice pleaded with him. Shaking his sore body and making it hurt more. “P..ease! Wa..up!”

Sora let a groan out, but could only crack his eyes open. The world around him was spinning and blurry. It was slow to come into focus. He remembered the battle, and he remembered being pulled in with Riku. Judging from the blurred outline of silver, he was still with him.

“Hey,” Riku's voice confirmed his suspicion. “Wake up.”

He managed to one word out, “where?”

“I don't know. We are in an alleyway. I met some grumpy old man. He said he was bringing us something called a potion. We are banged up.” Riku helped him sit up as he talked. “The worst of us is you.”

Sora managed to get his vision to clear up. Riku had some bruises from a fall. Made sense. They fell, well more dropped into Traverse Town. Onto cement of all things. Anyone would be hurt. He felt his friend touch the side of his head. When his hand pulled back, he saw red. He hit his head this time. Great, explained why it was so hard to focus.

“That is bad,” Riku gently turned his head. “I hope this…potion thing works. Hey, don't fall asleep okay?”

“I won't,” Sora took a deep breath. “I'm sorry. We have to find Kairi and I am stalling on it.”

“Hey, we'll find her. We can't find her though, if you can't even stand.” Riku got up and looked away. “Where…”

“Coming!” Cid’s voice rang like a freight train in his ears. “Brought a healer too!”

“A what?” Riku asked.

“Just wait kid.”

Sora soon saw Aerith, Yuffie, Cid and a scowling older brunet named Leon, aka: Squall. All standing him. Aerith had Riku swap places so she could check his head.

“Poor thing. This will help.” She smiled at him. “Heal.”

A warm, gentle wave of magic hit the side of his head. He felt the pain ebb away. She finished her task and nodded.

“There. No blood.”

Sora turned his head to look at her. She was handed a potion. He remembered those. They tasted so gross. She uncorked the green bottle.

“This is going to taste really gross, but it will help with the rest.” Aerith helped him drink most of it down.

Yep. Still tasted as gross as he remembered. He could stomach it thanks to being used to the taste. Now he was feeling better.

“There. Feel better?”

“Mm. Thank you.” Sora looked at Riku. “How do you feel?”

“I feel better wound wise. Still…not sure what happened,” Riku sighed, helping Sora stand up. “But we will find her. We will find Kairi and go back home.”

The brunet could only give a sad smile in return. He said that. To one one, but he said that. In the end, no one went home. They got dragged across the universe. Forced to become Wanderers helping others stay safe. Only to all die at the end of a wasted journey.

“I am sure your friend is around here somewhere. Maybe even in a different world?” Yuffie brought up.

Riku looked at her in shock. Sora didn't flinch at the information, but he gave her his attention and tried to act surprised. It was hard to act. How did anyone do this?

“Do I…know you?” Cid leaned closer to him.

Sora looked at him with actual confusion. Kingdom Hearts said no one would remember, but did Cid have his memories?

“I do know you! You're that pop idol!” Cid shouted. “Man, you got quite the talent!”

Inside, Sora’s knotted stomach relaxed. Riku pulled him close and grinned.

“And I am his best friend! I am so jelly he has talent, but man the spoils I get!” Riku smiled. “Top brand baby~!”

“Man, to have a friend spoil you like that must mean you two are close.” Aerith smiled. “Gift giving is your love language?”

Sora nodded, “yeah. I love to spoil friends and family.” He said.

“You two must be hungry, exhausted and I know you are confused. How about you come with us and we can tell you everything as you eat?” Aerith said.

“I promise, we have all the information you will need. We even have two others who came looking for…what was it again?” Yuffie looked at Squall.

“A key.” The man answered.

“That. Maybe you two have seen it? You can take those Shadow creatures out with it.” She smiled.

“Oh, this thing?” Riku summoned the Keyblade.

The four adults looked at one another and then at them.

“...please come with us and let us explain!” They all said.

Riku held up his hands and dismissed the weapon, “o-okay..” he said, then pulled Sora close. “He comes with me! We never get split up either!”

“Why would we tear you two apart?” Yuffie laughed as she skipped ahead. “I'll tell the other guests we found it!”

Aerith walked behind them and put a hand on their shoulder, “we won't tear you two apart. Let's get some food, okay?” She gently led them out of the alleyway. “Cid, Leon..please get some supplies for them okay? They need rest after eating.”

Riku looked at Sora, keepings firm grip on his arm. The brunet pulled it free but grabbed his friend's hand in return. The gesture gave his friend enough comfort to relax. Things were so different. He didn't meet anyone this quickly. Squall also attacked him. Not just with his gun blade, but with insults. If Kingdom Hearts was the one who had set the difficulty down on certain parts, then he was glad. The first time was so hard. The stress in finding anyone just had him through the roof. Being alone didn't help him once.

Even with Donald and Goofy, Sora always felt alone and lost. No home to go to. No friends or family. He bonded with them over the journey, but at the start. He just felt like an outsider. Something they needed and then would toss to the side once his use was up.

“Hey, are you okay? Are you dizzy?” Riku asked, getting his attention.

“Hm? Oh, no. Just…thinking.”

“I know a lot is going on, but I promise. We will get through this.” Riku smiled at him. “As a team.”

When did he become so cold that not even supportive words could ease his mind? Riku was there and trying to cheer him up. Like he did for others. All he could do was have the past now fully haunt him.

“Yeah. You're right. We are a team. Nothing is going to break that.” Sora tightened his grip. “Promise?”

“Promise” Riku pulled him into a hug. “Now come on! We got food waiting for us!”

He pulled Sora ahead. Aerith kept walking behind them. Laughing as they reached the Second District door first. They ran through and stopped. Heartless appeared then. They let go of each other's hands and summoned their weapons. Aerith watching the entire time. Sora took the group on the right. Riku took the left. It was quick and over with.

“That is the power of teamwork baby!” Riku high fives Sora.

“I think you two will be just fine,” Aerith said, leading them to the hotel. “Hope the duck doesn't mind another mage user.”

Sora mentally hoped so as well. Donald was brash, cold and harsh at the start. Goofy was nice though. They talked a lot when Donald was sleeping. He also had to worry about Donald's temper and Riku’s temper fighting. Nothing of value came from it. Plus, he remembered how Deep Jungle happened. A fight broke out and in the end, Donald was right. Deep Jungle held nothing but a gummy part. He was sure they needed it, but in order to gain it. The fight had to happen. But he didn't want to crash again.

So, did he let the event happen with Riku in his place? Did he instigate the fight himself? How did they obtain the piece without crashing? He kept walking until he bumped into Donald himself. The duck eyed him up and down.

“He has the key?”

Sora pointed at Riku, “he has it. Respect it.” He said.

“Hiya, names Goofy.” The Knight held out his hand. “It's nice to meet ya.”

“Riku, this is Sora, my best friend.” Riku replied, shaking Goofy’s hand. “And he comes with me wherever I go.”

“Our ship doesn't have the space.” Donald argued. “He can't come.”

“He comes or I don't go,” Riku said.

Sora missed a part of the conversation. He was too lost in his own head again. A bad habit to either unlearn or twist so he could listen and think. They must have been discussing things about traveling while he spaced off and paced around.

“We don't have the space!”

“We can make space!”

Sora put a hand on Riku's arm to calm him, “I'm not going anywhere. I have a spell in my head. It's…Toad, I think.”

He was half lying again. The first time he practiced that spell was actually weird, but later fun. He could turn things into a toad or himself. Sometimes he would get stuck as one, but eventually he learned something called Maiden's Kiss existed to cure that ailment. He had a couple on him at all times now.

“Toad?” Riku looked at him.

“Yeah,” Sora put a pink potion in Riku's hand. “I also found out the hard way that this was the only cure for it if the spell can't be undone.”

“Ha, you got stuck as a toad?” Riku laughed, accepting the half truth.

“Yeah, but I can use that to save space,” He proudly said. “There, problem solved.”

The duck didn't look happy, but Riku was happy and it was all that mattered.

“I won't leave you a toad.” Riku giggled.

Sora laughed back, “oh, I know you will if I make you mad.”

“You're right. I'd do that. Now, he can come. Deal.” Riku said, not letting go. “I won't leave my friend behind. He is all I have left of our home.”

The brunet waited for his presence to be denied. The duck said nothing. He seemed to have accepted that nothing would sway Riku's mind.

“Fine, he can come.” Donald crossed his arms and then eyed Sora. “You are weird.”

Sora noted that look and gave one back, “I haven't even begun to show how weird I can be.” he said, looking right at the duck.

Riku got his attention when Donald and Goofy started to talk with Aerith and the others

“Hey, you got spacey in the hallway to this room. You didn't even notice when Donald and Goofy greeted us. Are you sure you are okay?” He asked, a hand on his arm still. “I'm worried. Is your heart acting up? Does your body need to rest?”

“No. No. I just…need to process all of this. It's a lot.” He took a deep breath. “I promise once all my thoughts stop…circling a drain. I'll be okay. Just give me some time.”

“Okay, but don't keep it all in. I'm here for you as you are for me.” Riku joined the others after saying that.

If he had been with Sora the first time. Would he have been more calm? Would his previous trials and errors be more supported? Would the darkness have won him over instead of Riku? What about the times where he failed? Where he couldn't save anyone at all and was left to his own guilt. Would things have been different then? Sora shook his head. The past was done. The first part of his plan had to be set in motion now. Xehanort's Nobody was behind the first journey and the reason Roxas and Namine existed. He wasn't sure where or when Xion was made, but he could figure that out once he found Roxas. The blond had to have answers or he could sneak into their base easily. As for the trap that they lay ahead of them after this, he wouldn't be falling for it this time.

“Hey, time to go,” Riku put an arm around his shoulders. “Ready to be a toad?”

Sora laughed, “Born ready” He casted Toad on himself and jumped onto Riku's shoulder.

“Let's go!’ Riku grinned. “on an adventure!”

[meimeikyu]

fuckin love the increase in dust / geno stuff thats started yall have no idea how long ive been insane about them THEY ARE SO. HFKFJSJJSS

[syndianites]

Mianite AU Concept:

Tom can see the future, but like, *every* possible future, so he's constantly running around confused like "wait is this the one where I get stabbed in 5 mins or the one where xyz-" and everyone thinks he's insane bc his head is already full of Too Many Thoughts that keeping track of timelines is Near Impossible for him so he has a 10% chance of actually accurately predicting something to an exact degree while the rest of the time he throws out WILD predictions that are no where near what happens.

Except for killing Dianite. He sees every possibility in that moment and realizes that the kindest, best outcome is the one in which he kills Dianite. Every other future comes with great consequences. Was it really ever an option, then?

[theangrycomet-art]

2012 Practice/ How to Do A Hard Reset on a Doomed Timeline for Dum-Dums Screenshot Redraw

I love just how EXPRESSIVE the animators made the 2012 bois, especially with their eyes.

COMMISSIONS OPEN

[thedreamworldlibrary]

New Fanfic Alert!

Okay!! I've been planning this for over a week, but I'm working on a new WTDW fanfic. This one is a Timeline Reset AU similar to @saltyr3mix To Learn from Tragedies and @undynlicia's Reliving the Past! Those two made me want to create my own as well and I have shared them some information about it.

I've been going HOG WILD with this AU and you guys are going to love it!!! And then hate me for it because I crushed you.

[rainbowflower01]

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This is a redrawing of an Undertale comic that I made back in 2017 called "One Final Reset". It explores an alternative timeline where Chara gets a second chance at life. I have completed this comic in sketches offline but never made all the colored pages. I am tempted to redo the entire comic, but I'll have to change the dialogue and plot to make it more cohesive. You can find the artwork that I did do for the comic in the DeviantArt link below. Just beware that it is super old and not the best.

https://www.deviantart.com/rainbowflower01/gallery/62343633/one-final-reset

↓ Original Artwork ↓

[charlotte-family-apologist]

Does anyone else ever think about how 2 out of the 4 kombat kids (3 of 5 if you count Frost) probably existed in the og timeline but we never got to see them?

Logically I know it’s because those characters weren’t even conceived yet irl but in universe we could’ve had them…

Whether or not Takeda’s conception was a direct cause of the timeline reset we’ll never know but Kung Jin definitely existed. Jacqui and Cassie’s existence is a direct cause of the reset so they wouldn’t be there.