error sans hurts himself fanfiction

"When did I sign away my wealth to you!?" Lockhart asked, shocked. "That's the neat part about it, you don't know.", Loki said with a smile. "Hmm...I can feel it. I can feel the power coursing through my veins." Voldemort said as he felt his face after his rebirth. "Huh? Where's my nose!!!?" "Obviously, I have it! Do you want it? If you want it you need to praise Dumbledore!!" Loki said with an innocent smile. "Lord Voldemort does not need to listen to yo- Dumbledore is the greatest wizard of all time!!" Voldemort said with fanatic eyes, creating confusion amongst the death eaters. 'What!? Why am I saying this!? What did he do to me!?' "Who are you!??" Dumbledore asked calmly. "Me? Have I not introduced myself yet? Please call me Mr. Error." Loki said with a smile while adjusting the monocle over his right eye. Read more about Loki's adventures as he walks through his years at Hogwarts meeting and scamming an array of famous personalities that have become infamed in the world of Harry Potter. ********************************************************** Read 20 chapters ahead on my p@treon for $3 (USD) by going to the link, pa treon.com/hooin_kyoma_au . Remember to remove the space between 'a' and 't'.

Red Hair? Check✅ Ridiculous Chakra Reserves ? Check ✅ S̶a̶d̶i̶s̶t̶i̶c̶ T̶e̶n̶d̶e̶n̶c̶i̶e̶s̶ Pranking as Hobby? Check ✅ This is the quirks of the Error in the plot- Sora Uzumaki. *** Discord - https:// [email protected]/qNH4C2GkXT replace @ by i *** Warning- The AI is heavy in this one, but no flowery words in every paragraph. Sora is not directly blood-related to Naruto and is an original character(OC). Inspired by Naruto: paws and whiskers.

...Одна Алиса попала в страну Чудес, другая из будущего, а третья во что-то среднее между ними двумя. Вместо будущего прошлое, а вместо чудес мистика и религия... Пишется в соавторстве с Kisho t.me/naitaris Главный герой - девушка. / Main character - female

This is the story of how a bum gets transmigrated into the world of Shadow Slave with the Error Pathway as his Aspect. Well, this guy is really smart… but also dumb as hell. You guys know what brainrot does to a person, right? So yeah, expect a lot of hilarious stuff. Okay, I’m not good at this, so screw it. let’s just start reading. I’ll start writing… probably. Discord Link: discord.gg/ wgcdVUydbX

Vilgax once told the galaxy that the Omnitrix was the ultimate weapon. He was wrong. When Tyler Levison transmigrated into this world, he didn't receive the polished, heroic watch from the legends. He received the Error Table—a chaotic template of forbidden transformations and glitched evolutions. While Ben Tennyson struggles with a watch that gives him the wrong alien, Tyler's 'errors' are his greatest strength. Step by step, the template unlocks. From Disaster Mode to the All-World Table, the 'errors' aren't mistakes,they are upgrades. As the Error Table reaches 100% synchronization, the world realizes that the greatest threat isn't the Highbreed or the Incurseans. It’s the man who can control the errors of reality itself.

Thirty years ago, the Reincarnation Tower descended upon the world. A colossal tower of 100 floors, each one a complete anime universe. Inside, participants must complete missions, face deadly trials, and earn rankings from E to SSS, determining their rewards, power, and future in this fucking new world. Arthur transmigrated into this world… only to discover something unbelievable. Every floor. Every dungeon. Every so-called “trial”... They were all anime stories he already see in his last life. And in a tower where knowledge is power, Arthur is already omniscient. If you’d like to read advanced chapters, here’s the link: patreon.com/ShadowNamelesz

William Conwell only wanted one peaceful evening: start a fresh Baldur’s Gate 3 run, make a character he wouldn’t hate in two hours, and, for once, actually get past Act I without deleting everything out of spite. After endless tweaking, experimenting, and contemplating his life choices, he finally crafted the perfect protagonist: Vrinn, a half-Drow Storm Sorcerer with wild white hair, storm-touched eyes, and zero facial hair. A sleek, striking, “I’m absolutely the main character” kind of look. He clicked BEGIN ADVENTURE. The screen flashed white. And William’s soul vanished from Earth. Across the planes, on the world of Toril, fate was twisting. A young half-Drow, Vrinn, had just been seized by Mind Flayers. Terror drowned out every rational thought as he was forced into a pod, a tadpole driven behind his eye. His heart couldn’t bear the shock. It stopped. His soul slipped away. And at that exact moment, William’s reincarnating soul arrived. Not gently. Not cleanly. But violently, crashing through the dying body’s fading life-force and slamming into the middle of the ceremorphosis ritual. The result was something the multiverse was not designed for. William awakens submerged in viscous alien fluid, lungs burning, mind fogged. Lights strobe. Flesh and steel writhe together around him. The Nautiloid groans as explosions tear through its hull. And something wriggles behind his eye. But what should have been the birth of a new Mind Flayer… isn’t. The ceremorphosis sequence was interrupted, its biological rewrite colliding with William’s reincarnating soul. Instead of transforming him, the tadpole is forcibly fused with him, its instincts mixing with his consciousness, its psionic blueprint overlaying his human soul. The Storm Sorcery meant for Vrinn is overwritten, the Weave itself bending under the strain. In its place, new magic awakens, cold, psychic, alien. A mind not entirely his own. An Aberrant Mind Sorcerer, formed from a merger that should be impossible. Dripping with mucus, breath hitching like a bad Wi‑Fi signal, and magic sparking at the edges of his scrambled brain, William hauls himself out of the pod. The Nautiloid is in full catastrophic meltdown mode. Somewhere, voices are screaming. Overhead, tentacles thrash through the sky like they’re auditioning for an avant‑garde interpretive dance. All he wanted was to hit “New Save Game.” Instead, he’s stuck in Faerûn, inhabiting a body that should’ve been deleted from the character creation screen, packing powers that read like patch notes from a bugged update, sharing headspace with an Illithid parasite, and nursing the sneaking suspicion that the universe clicked the wrong file. Still, if this is the glitchy respawn he’s got, he’ll make it work. Maybe even have some fun. After all, if the multiverse shoves a cosmic horror into your brain, you might as well see what kind of cool tricks it comes with.

Hikigaya Hachiman has been having strange dreams lately—each night, he sees a different woman calling herself his wife. At first, he dismisses it as nothing more than the delusions of a lonely teenager. But everything changes when he realizes… all of these women are graduates of Advanced Nurturing High School. ⸻ Airi: “Hachiman, you promised to take photos with me.” Suzune: “I’ll… think about a good morning kiss. Maybe.” Kikyo: “Tell me, Hachiman! Were you secretly meeting that witch Horikita behind my back?” Kei: “Hachiman, I’m truly glad that I met you.” Haruka: “Hachiman, let’s go to Airi’s concert together!” Honami: “Hachiman, I… want another child.” Hiyori: “Hachiman, just reading beside you is enough for me in this life.” Arisu: “It seems I have no choice but to let Masumi handle it.” Masumi: “Tch! You playboy—don’t think I won’t stomp you for this!” ⸻ Komachi: “Onii-chan, I’m getting married today!” Hachiman: “That—! Absolutely not! Oh no…!”

I used to be an ordinary person: a long-time Undertale fan, someone who knew every route, every secret, every nuance of this world. But after my unexpected death, I woke up in a place both hauntingly familiar and impossibly real—the Judgement Hall. To my disbelief, I wasn't myself anymore. I was Sans.

Title 2: I Wanted the Wolf King, but I Got the Warmaster Before the Fall. Transmigrating into the most despair-inducing Underhive wastes of the 41st Millennium, Kaelen, a mere mortal, thought his days were numbered. When his cheat system finally activated, he prayed for one thing: Just give me Leman Russ. I need the Wolf King to survive! [Ding! System error. Target locked: Davin. Salvaging soul...] Instead of the loyalist Wolf, a dying giant crashed before him, his soul teetering on the edge of Chaos corruption. It was the Warmaster himself. Horus Lupercal. Staring at the tragic, uncorrupted demigod covered in scars, Kaelen went completely silent. "Horus," Kaelen sighed, pushing up his goggles. "Your father is a corpse on a golden toilet, your brothers have all gone insane, and the Imperium is a rotten hell-hole." Horus: "...?" No divine bloodlines. No genetic enhancements. Just a mortal commander armed with future knowledge, a glitchy system, and the most powerful Primarch in history serving as his loyal sword. If the galaxy is broken, they will carve a bloody path from the Underhive to Holy Terra to fix it. [The Ultimate Fix-It]: Erasing the tragedy of the Heresy. Horus never falls, and the traitors will bleed. [Mortal Domination]: Watch arrogant Space Marines and Chaos Daemons experience absolute cognitive shock when outsmarted by Kaelen's ruthless modern strategies. [Purging the Dogma]: Slashing heretics, kicking the Golden Throne, and reviving the Emperor's true dream. [Building a New Order]: From a desperate survivor to the shadow ruler of the Indomitus Crusade.