#reset angst

[kiichikonoes]

space wife

[katsmtmsdoodles]

Based on this fanfic (again) along with this song (obviously)

Oh man. Not Kai projecting onto Lloyd in order to poorly handle his own grief and shattered worldview, therefore dooming himself to become obsessed with his only attachment to the point that he commits atrocities.

This fic never leaves me ALONE.

[raydfil]

why are there so many time loop au fics on ao3 lol ive never actually read any of them bc im not that interested but it does present some really good angst scene ideas

[carlyraejepsans]

hibiscia!!! Sorry if youve explained before but is there something specific about reset-remember fics that you hate? I don't really like them either but for me it's just because I feel like a lot of authors type sans in very ooc ways

They're completely antithetical to Sans' character arc for the sake of cheap and easy angst. The nature of his brand of cosmic horror isn't in reliving his life again and again, that's Flowey's. Sans knows OF the anomaly, knows that it's manipulating time and knows it's a threat to the entire universe, but he doesn't know how or why, because he doesn't remember.

And that's crucial! him being mostly in the dark in spite of the MANY warning signs about us... because it's in that doubt that he remains hopeful. YES we could potentially end the world... but what if we don't? yes we have unimaginable power over everyone else and we can bring back time, but what if we're just.... sad? he needs that gap in his knowledge so he can take a leap of faith across it, it's his entire character arc in the pacifist run. sans THINKS he's given up, he wants to have given up, he chose to do it because there's a comfort in that. in contenting yourself with good food and bad laughs. there's peace. but he hasn't given up, not really. on himself? maybe. but not in us.

there's no way to have that arc if he remembers resets.

[levemetal]

Day 2: Timeloop / Xiao Qi and Jiu Ge

I am cringe and I am not even free

Feel free to reuse this idea but 24 hours are not enough for me to finish an entire comic. I could have taken the simpler prompt but nOOOOOO timeloop is too tempting. Past me why are we like this

[afterartist]

CW: blood

‘Have you ever wondered what happens when someone dies outside of their Universe?

What happens if that AU is reset without them?

I mean who would you trust to take your place

[cookkoo]

Drawtober 2023 day 2: Spider (lily)

Day1

[cyraen-ae]

Random Reset talk again, but I can't help but love the idea that the Dragonfable Timeline is quintessentially wrong. Like it's a functional timeline, and if you ignore the weekly world-ending threat, you can live in it just fine.. But there's always something missing, right below the surface, always this underlying feeling of loss, of something being misplaced, or, inversely, of events feeling familiar. Of meeting people you've already met. It's not strong enough for most people to notice, but it's there. Everyone feels it to a certain extent, at times, when things just... don't match up... but they ignore it, dismiss it as just feelings similar to anxiety or deja-vu.

I love the idea of the timeline being, at its core, wrong. An echo of a forgotten universe that's just functional enough for people to not be able to notice what they lost

[fireopal-tash]

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[jacks347]

I want to write a romance that feels like the way Escaped talks about his girlfriend

[undertheredhood]

AU where shen yuan is the svsss universe’s equivalent of karen heyer from ‘the crimson lady’ manhwa and has lived his life as shen qingqiu over a hundred times and slowly grows batshit insane with each time reset.

so when he finds himself repeating his life once again he finally snaps and murders everyone in the cang qiong mountain sect.

[whenthegoldrays]

I do go a little feral whenever I remember that Sol had to live 15 years without Sun Jae and it’s just glossed over. She just wakes up in the present one day like so I’m back in my own life, everything else is normal GIRL IT’S BEEN 15 YEARS!!!!

[thsc-rockau]

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note: quick doodle comic while i have relax time from exam, i like make henry go panic :D

[high-voltage-rat]

screaming crying throwing up minor spoilers below the cut

Me, watching the mage trio cast their spell: oh man, that tower's going to be really lonely now, who's going to tell Cysero-

The next scene:

Me: ...ah. he'll figure it out.

[patchwork-crow-writes]

The Definition of Insanity

You snap wires.

Frantic fingers spindle across the inky blackness, taking hold of taut strings the colour of poison. You retch slightly as they pull apart in your hands, bursting like blood vessels and staining everything they touch with the stench of death.

You snap wires.

And all the while, his voice bores into your skull, wheeling and dealing even as he tries to kill you. Even as you try your very hardest to give him what he wants.

You snap wires.

SOUL burning hot like a phoenix in its final moments, shooting down offer after offer, pleading with this jittering, broken creature to stop, stop, please stop before one of us does something we're both going to regret...

You snap wires.

You can't remember how long you've been doing this for. You don't even know what you're doing, why you ever listened to his words in the first place. What had he promised in the space between his outbursts... and to whom?

And still, you snap wires. It's either that or die.

So you snap, and you snap, and you snap, and you

snap

Then there's only one left, shimmering in the darklight, so gossamer-thin that you cannot comprehend how it can still support the clanking, man-shaped junk it's attached to. He spins around it like a demented ballerina, professing heartfelt thanks to the friends he was trying to murder mere seconds before. Pleading with you to cut the final cord, to make him a real boy.

Your fingers move before you can respond. And the sound of his cold, lifeless body slamming into the ground stays with you for the rest of your life. The shock is so great that you almost collapse yourself, adrenaline finally loosing its death-grip on your body.

You are wracked with a great and terrible sigh, before you--/

/--snap wires.

...strings the colour of poison... bursting like blood vessels... stench of death.

...you've been here before, you realise, as you snap wires.

He wheels and deals, firing everything he has at you in a vain attempt to get you to give him what he wants. You would if you could... if it had ever been in your power to do so.

All you can do now is snap wires. And that is all you do.

Your fingers move on their own, as if compelled by an outside force. Pinch and twist, reminding you of shelling peas with your mom before Sunday dinner.

You can't recall the last time you saw her. You think that perhaps you should apologise to her if you ever make it out of here alive. You were always such a wilful child. Always getting into trouble of some kind or another.

And now here you were, making deals with something you couldn't even begin to fathom.

You cannot hear your friends anymore - they do not respond to you calls. And the salesman seems to become all-encompassing before you, drunk on ill-gotten power - power you helped him acquire. You close your eyes as he makes you an offer that you are unable to refuse.

Pain washes over you, and you--/

/--snap wires.

Poison... Blood... Death... this could be the fifth time; it could be the five-hundredth time. It doesn't matter, because all you can do is snap wires.

The salesman screams at you, and your SOUL screams back, roaring with anger and pain and frustration. Does it want the same thing as you do? Is it... trying to help? Or... or is this just a game to it. Fighting the same battle again and again, trying for a high score?

You ponder this as it makes you snap wires.

Perhaps this was punishment for trying too hard. For trying to help somebody who seemed to be suffering. You never understood what your mother meant when she told you the road to hell was paved with good intentions. To your child's mind, not yet versed in the world's wicked ways, this statement was a nonsense, an affront.

But now you get it, as you snap wires. Oh God, do you understand.

You always knew he was the same as you. Something BIG had seized his heart, just as it has seized yours. Prisoners of a destiny that was not theirs. You saw a caged bird crying for release, but you did not see the venomous spider using its corpse as a suit. In trying to make him more like you, you exposed yourself to the risk of becoming more like him.

Damaged. Deranged. Desperate. Dangerous.

And as your fingers become snared in his wires, and you stare transfixed into each other's eyes, you see the fate set out before you, and scream.

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You snap wires.

Sometimes, you live.

Sometimes, you die.

It doesn't matter.

You snap wires.

[ivyprism]

Rip and Tear (What if Two Humans Fell: Underfell AU....?)

Warning: Short, blood, violence, No Mercy Route, backstory, cackling, dust, cussing, death, complete loss of body control, etc.

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Ivy shifted and danced around the bones before she struck. Papyrus did not have time to register the attack before a blazing ache struck his neck. He gasped in anguish and clutched his neck. He dropped on one knee. He didn't have time to think about anything as he peered up at the elder human and her cold malicious eyes. The sword in her palm nearly burned from her touch.

"I.... I don't know what I was expecting." Papyrus spoke almost out of uncertainty and impulse. He felt a chill run down his spine as the tiny human stared at her in dread. They ran over to seize him, but Ivy pushed them away. "You killed everyone in your path... for what? To defend yourself? No, this is not for protection or self-defense... This is cold-blooded murder." Papyrus spat as the human approached cautiously.

"You... are a murderer. Only a fool would believe in you." He spat as the human made her way over faster. She then, viciously, kicked him toward an area. Papyrus felt the air being knocked out of him. Before his vision faded, he could see red strings wrapped around the two humans and he could see tears running down Ivy's face before she takes the hand of the younger human and walked. After that, he just felt cold. He barely felt anything.

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"No, no, fuck!" Sans wailed as he held his brother's scarf. He sobbed through it. The chilling realization sank in. "Paps, this isn't funny." Sans's voice begins to crack. "Please, fuck, gods please..." He can't stop thinking about his brother's death, dust, and scarf. He didn't notice any dust, but it could have flown away by now. Then he collapsed. His magic erupted, producing red bones around him as he cursed the universe and the Gods.

"Why?! Why do you keep fucking taking things from me! Over and over!" Sans shouted out in rage. He sobbed into his scarf before getting up. No, he could not cry. His sorrow turns to wrath. All he could do was sob while clutching the scarf to his chest, but his sorrow swiftly changed to a desire for retribution. He would fuckin' kill that woman and the child she has with her. He didn't care about the consequences anymore.

Even if he died fighting her.

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Papyrus felt something--or someone(?)--push his soul back together. He coughed when he noticed the blood on the ground beside him. He grabbed his neck and shot up. He wasn't in Snowdin; instead, as his uncertainty dissipated, he realized he was in New Home. He felt something pulling on his SOUL, a plea for desperation and assistance. He felt a tug on his arm. He stood up, despite his aching muscles, and began to run as the instinct commanded. He heard fights and laughter.

"Is this some sort of fucking game to you?! You already killed me once and now you want to do it again?" Papyrus heard Sans' words as he approached, and he felt chilly as he noticed Ivy staring back at him, clutching a blazing blade. He noticed the smaller human lying asleep at his feet. The older human's harsh smile and chilly eyes gave him a nauseating feeling. "You aren't a human, are you?" Sans hissed at the human, who tilted her head.

"Oh? No, Sans, I'm really human." Ivy smirked and adjusted the sword in her palm, aiming it at the skeleton. "I'm as human as they come." Ivy hissed hard before striking the older skeleton, delivering a killing blow. The older skeleton falls to his knees and starts coughing up blood.

"Sans!" Papyrus shouted out, and the human glanced over. Sans' eyes lit up, and Papyrus wasted no time throwing the human against a wall with his magic. He grabbed up the little human and dashed to Sans. He felt the elderly skeleton fall into his arms. "Sans, Sans. Hold on. I can fix it." Papyrus cried as he held the skeleton who was slowly dusting in his arms.

"Paps, you.... wanna go to Grillby's?" Sans choked gently, and Papyrus felt tears well up in his eyes. He knew they grew up in a terrible, dangerous environment, but he held on so firmly. He didn't want this to happen; instead, he needed to stop it. He had to save his brother!

"Yes, yes, Sans. Just hang on and we'll go to Grillby's. We'll get your favorite greasy food and I'll- I'll enjoy some milk... Just hold…" Papyrus' voice went on deaf ears as he held his brother dust in his arms. He felt cold as his soul stopped. He could hear the older human begin to laugh so loudly in the background.

"How pathetic!" Ivy exclaimed with a wicked grin. He could see the tears flowing down her cheeks before she started laughing harder. It seemed nearly painful to her. He could see the crimson strings, but before she could finish speaking, he impaled her with a bone. She gasped as her sword struck the floor, splattering blood on the ground and onto him. The smaller human did not stir.

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He awoke outside the Judgment Hall again, but he did not pause to contemplate. He ran inside the Judgment Hall when he saw her launch the final attack; he didn't pause, he didn't think, he dove, and his face was scarred as he killed Ivy again to save his brother. However, his interference and feelings twisted when he sensed the ground underneath his brother drop. He desperately stretched out, but he disappeared in a second. He focused his attention on the human as she began to cry.

"Stop- I want to stop-" Ivy shouted out as the cords that were so tightly wrapped around her adjusted her posture to face him with her weapon. He did not pause or hesitate; the fight began. It was violent and bloody.

She slashed, he dodged, he struck, and she was able to scratch him several times as he repeatedly attacked her. She had physically attempted to stop herself several times, but it only made her feel worse. She eventually stopped herself long enough to be impaled again, which completely devastated their universe. They felt the ground fall under them.

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That was when they all woke in the anti-void.

"I'm sorry," Ivy said quietly, staring at her shaky hands. She was shaking. Hydrangea was attempting to calm her but failing; he felt nothing for her tears. The crimson strings were gone, and she'd recounted how she'd lost control of her body. He stared blankly, feeling nothing but contempt, and knowing that there was more danger ahead, he decided to concentrate on it as they all walked together.

They eventually decided on their own names. Soterios grumbled and pushed Baptisia along. The harm from their universe and the past, everything that transpired, fits him well. He remembered all of the resets and became hardened as soon as they left the Anti-Void. She could only protect his loved ones at this point. He couldn't keep allowing the world to break him apart. They had become fugitives in the eyes of many AUs, so they decided to wear masks...

After all, he felt he was too hideous to look at without his mask on.

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