#rewind reset

[iowriteswords]

So someone is reading and commenting to complain about “Rewind, Reset,” which is my fic from 3 years ago which was one of my worst writing experiences because people kept commenting to complain about pretty much every narrative choice I made.

So that’s already super fun, because who doesn’t want to wake up on Friday morning to relive that experience? But for some reason I can’t reply to their comments? I didn’t even know you could make a comment on someone else’s work un-reply-able. So I can’t even be like, “yes, actually all the things you’re complaining about are because I had to keep on shifting things to make other people stop yelling at me back then,” or “hey, if you don’t like the free book, can you stop telling me so?”

And I’ve never deleted a comment in my life, not even the huge wave of anon spam on We’re All Mad Here, but I’m seriously considering it now, because the only way I can think they could have prevented comment replies is by blocking me. And, like, how rude is it to read someone’s free story, tell them all the reasons it sucks, and then immediately block them?

Rewind, Reset: sucking the joy out of writing for 3 years.

[trans-jon-rights]

Sketch dump of @chrisis-averted 's Jon from their fic Rewind.Reset.Rewrite !

It ended up being five sketch instead of four but consider : love your Jon so much because they are such a Blorbo

Anyway go read the fic and share my normality about it

[cyrus-solaris]

so i just read Rewind. Reset. Rewrite. in one sitting and just

wow, what a fic.

[futurememor1es]

☆ sunday reset ☆

oh sunday, the last day of the week. it has so much potential but people just waste it on rotting in bed, devastated about the upcoming monday.

me personally, i love sundays. i spend them recharging and preparing for the upcoming week, and it makes me feel so good and prepared. here's some things you can do to use sunday to reset and rewind:

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~ have a healthy breakfast

~ set goals for the upcoming week

~ exercise (yoga, pilates, walk etc.)

~ read a book

~ declutter and clean your room

~ everything shower

~ take time to wind down

~ plan outfits for the week

~ make sure all your homework and assignments are done

~ write a to-do list

~ do laundry and wash your bedding

~ meditate or practice mindfulness

~ water plants

~ do a face mask

~ paint your nails

~ go to bed early

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enjoy your sunday and shock everyone (including youself) on monday by how put together you look and feel ♡ have a great week !!

[magnapinna-sp-a]

If i had a nickle for everytime in a tma fix-it time travel au fanfic jon got eye teeth, i'd have 2 nickles which is strange that it happened twice

[chrisis-averted]

A little fanmade trailer for my TMA fic Rewind. Reset. Rewrite. with art by @fdevitart

No this won't go on youtube, it's a small thing I made for mostly myself, but I hope you enjoy it. Do you recognise all locations?

[ike9306]

I AM DONE ! AND I AM HAPPY !

God the rendering took forever, but look at it !

Text less version and close ups :

Rewind.Reset.Rewrite. is a fic by @chrisis-averted !

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Ko-Fi // Commission

[shibaleeart]

discussing a timelooped au with friends on twitter, but each reset Izaya has to kill the original timeline version of himself cause I love putting this man through psychological turmoil :)

[silly-sosij]

i am shaking with laughter

tim saying 'ayo what the fuck' in a fic was not something i thought i needed

but boy golly i sure did

[quartzthequat]

Some doodles I did based on Rewind. Reset. Rewrite by @chrisis-averted

[doctor-mccoys-sanity]

People calling Lokius shippers delusional don’t understand.

We are aware it won’t be canon. Marvel and Disney won’t make it canon.

BUT

That does NOT mean we’re misreading “friendship” or that there’s no subtext.

Marvel uses queerbait as a tool to get a larger audience and keep fans engaged.

Just because they won’t make it explicitly canon doesn’t mean fans are misreading anything. All the hints are placed there on purpose, they just won’t act on it.

[trans-jon-rights]

HELLO LOOK AT MY ART 👁👁

I did this. Its a fanart of Jon from @chrisis-averted 's fic, Rewind.Reset.Rewrite, go read this is amazing

Ko-Fi // Commission info

[cherrydoodle]

Has Prisma restored the ENTIRE Winter Wonder World? Is the Winter Wonder World and all its inhabitants in the same state they were in before the crown lost its magic?

It looks like the inhabitants were reset too... all the lights are off.

[vieramars]

Big fan of unhinged fear combinations. Stranger + Vast? What would that even look like? Dark + Eye, completely contradictory but it could still work. Personal favorite is my own alignment, Spiral + Corruption.

[onippep]

Man... peppino is truly our hero then

Also is she still somewhere nearby after this reset perfected timeline?

...yep... if you know where to look. every friday after 8pm, behind the shop...!

[chrisis-averted]

Reason

Like once before, Jon let instinct take over as they watched themself walk with a sense of detachment through an unfamiliar path in the tunnels underneath the Institute. Their steps were heavy with the awareness that there was no way back, that a mistake right now would mean the suffering of billions and that, even if everything went as planned, anything good in their life would be forever gone the moment they went through with the plan. Finally, after what felt like hours, Jon reached a tall iron gate, warped by time and rust, that had been left slightly ajar. A thick chain with a large cast iron padlock lay on the ground, abandoned but not as old as the gate itself. It screeched in protest when Jon pushed it open with both hands. The air within was heavy with the musty scent of dampness, the aroma of time standing still. Prison cells flanked the narrow hallway, their iron bars bearing witness to decades of forgotten anguish. Doors hung ajar, some missing entirely, creating an eerie symphony of creaks and moans as if the prison itself were exhaling the sorrows it had absorbed. As Jon ventured forwards, the heart of the labyrinth revealed itself. The Panopticon's central watchtower rose ominously from the central rotunda, its shattered windows yawned open like hollow eyes, gazing down upon the courtyard like blind sentinels. A cold wind swept through the corridors, stirring dust motes into a ghostly dance. Jon’s footsteps reverberated, a hesitant echo against the cold, stone walls that seemed to absorb any warmth. The observation deck, now a shattered shell, overlooked the rings of cells around it. A solitary chair, cracked and worn, sat as a haunting relic of surveillance, occupied by the dry and greyed body of Jonah Magnus, eyeless and immobile. Jon’s breath caught in the frigid air as they gazed up, feeling the weight of unseen eyes that had watched over the imprisoned souls below.