#reset timeline au

[sweetkissesfromthewoods]

MAFIAFELL FRISK DETER! RESET TIMELINE!

I did my own design for this au

[creaturetale-askblog]

CreatureTale Comic: An Omen (pg 11)

Warning (sensitive language)

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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.

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

[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.

[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.”

[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?

[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.

[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

[01tsubomi]

wow i'm rewatching tmohs seriously for the first time in a reeeally long time (usually i burn out after the first few episodes - idk when the last time i did a full rewatch was) and idk how i haven't been thinking about nagato yuki every single day for the past ten years. chronologically there's still so much to go before disappearance and yet the sense of unease around yuki's existence is already so unbearable. can you imagine. in theory you're a tool put on earth only to collect data and report back to the source but there's still some scrap of humanity in you that both keeps you going and keeps you aware that you're completely stuck within the role you play. yuki has to sit and watch no matter how much time she's forced to wait alone in an empty room, no matter how many time loops she remains conscious for - they've just gotten to the remote island where haruhi is about to will a murder to happen and everyone is enjoying the beach and the camera keeps panning to her in the shade with her back turned. or reading a book because there's still something inside of her that understands interesting and like and enjoy but she's only been given so much of it. the rest of the group are at least human beings, they at least have homes to return to and a reason to be at school during the day. she has to take care of every world-altering phenomenon while the rest of the group laughs and cries and gets closer around her and then report back to standby. you would lose it, anyone would lose it. i know this is all standard fodder for android stories but she's also just a teenage girl. despite everything there was enough in her heart that she reset the world to have some real form of connection with the boy who made her a library caaaaaarddddddd!!!!!!!!!

[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.

[maddieandangel]

Thinking about this AU again

This isn't canon to it, since Flowey's dead long before 'Scrapyrus' comes into existence, but the interactions between these two are still fun to think about!

[purble-gaymer]

couple more of galacta and the buggy

[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.

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[alphashley14]

Oh dear.

I just had another idea for a SDMI fic…

Honestly at this point I’m considering making an entire WHAT-IF style collection of short stories in order to write all of my SDMI fic ideas without making them all novel-length.

SO. Today’s brain child:

Everyone keeps their memories when the timeline resents, so they basically all wake up with new lives and vague new memories to help them navigate them. Dead people are alive. People who were formerly in miserable situations now have their dream jobs. And without the influence of the curse, a lot of former assholes are suddenly much better people. All things considered, 90% of. Crystal Cove is better off. A couple of people (ie: Daphne’s sisters) got screwed, and some people are placed in situations that are… complicated. Like Sheriff Stone and Mayor Nettles, who have suddenly leapt from dating to married, and who have three kids who didn’t previously exist and who don’t understand why Mommy, Daddy, and most of the town are suddenly acting weird and telling crazy stories.

… And then there are Ricky and Cassidy… the protagonists of this story.

“-Wait.”

“-Oh no.”

💍*Staring at their matching wedding rings*💍

“Erm-“

“It would appear-“

“We’re married.”

Misunderstandings and miscommunication ensue.

Ricky immediately leaps to wanting a divorce, because even though he still loves Cassidy and always will, he remembers the way he used to be and everything he did, and he doesn’t think he deserves this second chance or that she could ever love him back.

Cassidy agrees all too readily at first. She’s angry with him, and hurt and confused. But as she inevitably spends more time around him (because they live together and run a company together) and gets the whole picture of what happened after she died in the original timeline (ie: that Ricky was tortured after he tried to stand up to Pericles and that he sacrificed himself to save the kids), she comes to realize that he might not be exactly the same boy she fell in love with, but he’s not who he used to be anymore either. And this time, they actually have a shot at being happy together.

So right before the divorce starts to be finalized, Cassidy starts fighting it. Starts trying to convince Ricky that she still feels something that could grow into something more. That they should try staying married and see what happens. That they both deserve a second chance.

… And little by little, (with the help of some meddling kids)… he starts to believe her.

What do you think? 😁

[ut-scatteredextension]

What sort of runs have you done in the past?

I feel like Papyrus' (and Flowey's) RESETs can't really be categorized into "runs" like a player's playthroughs can. While their world might feel like a game to them (particularly Flowey), it still isn't one. There isn't a set "beginning" or "end" to a "run" for them like there is for us (...though I suppose a comparable beginning could be the first moment they woke up after being revived, but I don't think either of them would necessarily start from that point all the time. Papyrus especially would want to start at least a little bit after that point). They just RESET the timeline whenever they get bored/can't get anything useful out of the current one and want to try something new.

As a result, their "runs" are a lot more fragmented than what we as players would consider to be a run.

That said, Papyrus does typically lean more on the Neutral/Pacifist side of things. He's not opposed to murder, though---he can just undo it later, after all, so it's not like it really matters. If a situation "required" it, in his eyes, then yeah, he'll kill someone. But it's not his default course of action (though it wasn't Flowey's either, aside from Frisk anyway). While he hasn't done a "murder everyone" run himself, he's not bothered by it if Trace/the player attempts one and will help you/them out with it. It's something new, and hey, maybe this is actually what he needs to do in order to get the answers he seeks.

Which, actually, is another key difference between Scraps and Flowey! Flowey's actions are fueled by boredom, curiosity, and a desperate desire to fill that void in his SOUL somehow. Everything he does is for his own entertainment, just to see what happens when he does this or that. Papyrus, meanwhile, is on a specific mission, and his actions and RESETs are driven by his attempts to reach that goal.

[carlyraejepsans]

i think papyrus should remember resets

as an au sure. as a canon interpretation nah.