Haiii! How would the boys feel about a S/O who basically ignores/defends the bad things they do no matter what? Like they're always finding justifications for their behavior?
Basically "He was the best guy around" "what about the people he murdered?" "what murder" type vibes.
(Btw I know this doesn't apply to everyone, so you can just write for whoever you see fit (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧)
Hi! 👋
This was way too fun
Most Reasonable
Geno (The Smug Bastard)
Was what he did bad? Yes. Did he see any other choice? No.
Is he a mildly manipulative asshole? Yeeeaaah, but he’s nice to you soooo-
Fresh (Completely Comfortable)
I mean, a guy’s got to eat. And he’s still learning things like ‘empathy’.
Never mind that there’s evidence that he occasionally enjoys tormenting others-
Horror (Confused But Amused)
Uhh, if you studiously blank out his (semi-willing) time with Nightmare, most of what he did was for survival
Of course, this means you’re definitely ignoring his sadistic nature but semantics
Syrah (Completely Comfortable)
You could argue that his actions were dictated by his culture and upbringing
That’s pushing aside free will and stuff, but whatever
Pale (Confused)
A guy’s gotta eat - Part 2
(Theoretically he could look for another way to gain emotions, but it’s heavily implied that Ink’s paints don’t exist in his multiverse)
Honestly, he’s not great with understanding that what he’s doing is bad, but considering Template frequently fights him over healthy AUs, he’s gotta at least have an idea that it’s wrong
Mildly Defendable (If you’re Stubborn)
Plum (The Smug Bastard)
Technically, none of those missing persons cases were fully able to be pinned to him-
Nightmare (Stop Denying My Sins - Annoyed)
A guys got to eat - Part 3
And wanting to turn the whole multiverse into a Negative Zone and rule over it as a tyrannical god- eeeeeh, trauma privilege?
Dust (Stop Denying My Sins - Guilty)
Insanity plea
Killer (The Smug Bastard)
Insanity plea - Part 2
Cross (Stop Denying My Sins - Guilty)
Fresh off the trauma of loosing his whole AU and having X-Gaster as a deadbeat
Alright, now you’re Gaslighting People
Bill (Confused)
Tortures people for fun
Literally referred to as a demon in several AUs
Wants omnipotence and ultimate power and possibly to rule the multiverse (jury’s still out on that last one)
Shattered (The Smug Bastard)
On a chaos bend and intentionally destroying the multiverse in an effort to get back at his mildly amnesiac brother who may or may not have been simply puppet-ed around by a parasitic slime
Unstable on the best of days
Error (Stop Denying My Sins - Annoyed)
His whole shtick is destroying entire universes full of people
He strings people’s Souls up as string lights and kidnaps ‘friends’ that he occasionally abandons to go mad in an Eldritch horror dimension that slowly infects them an painfully rewrites their very existence
Cherrybomb (Completely Comfortable)
He’s a mercenary
And a murderer
He has a body count that rivals Dust and Killer’s. Easily.
Can we please have Error NSFW headcanons? On my hands and knees PLEASE 👉👈
*rubs my grubby wittle hands together*
Time of giving and all
NSFW ERROR (MINORS DNI)
Two words: Pent up
Listen Error hasn't had normal social contact in god knows how long, he's not going to be normal about sex especially when he hasn't had it or at best hasn't had it in several years
Sexual frustration combined with poor mental health issues means it boils over
He's not going to want one round he is going to want several pls he's desperate and you could make him beg for it very easily
Sexual stamina is impressive he's instantly hard again after he cums so even if he finishes early it is not gonna stop him
Bottom. Sub. He's not going to be the one in control even if he really wants to be, he gets overwhelmed easily and seeks out guidance especially when overstimulated
God the little whimpers he makes 💙🖤❤️
He does have small dominant moments but they're brief and more feral, again desperate. Same energy of a dog humping whatever he can fucking find
Follows orders......until he can't
Sticks to foreplay.....until he can't
He's not very patient, you tell him to slow down which he does until he can't help himself. You give him instructions, he does it until he just can't wait anymore.
There is no "taming" or "domesticating" Error, but play your cards right and he can easily bark for you
Then we have all the obvious issues with touch
Listen we established this before, Error gets easily overwhelmed and no matter how badly he craves touch its gonna scare or even potentially revolt him. You have to ease him into it
Having sex with him either means you've been with him for AWHILE thus he's cool with this or you got lucky enough to catch him in an extremely generous mood
If you thought he was going to be less of a tsundere inside of the bedroom you thought WRONG
Brattiest, whinest, and poutest sub alive
Grouchy, grumbling, pretending he hates every second of this but absolutely caving the moment you actually look like you're going to stop
Y/N: "Who's a good boy~"
Error: *grumbling*
Y/N: "Hrmmmm?"
Error: "Shut uuuuup." 😡
Y/N: "Error."
Error: ".......me?" 🥺
He's pathetic but it's cute and he's definitely devoted, he puts in effort so that he's not the only one getting off even if he's not leading the dance so to speak
Doesn't go down but also he doesn't want you to do that too him either 😭
Thinks its gross why do you want his dick in your mouth
That being said he's not hard to convince otherwise
Those tongues 😳
While obviously having several that are thick and flexible gives him an advantage, once you manage to convince him to actually use him- he doesn't know what he's doing. He makes up for it when a willingness to learn and in typical fashion taking things to the extreme
Likes....bondage. Those strings come in handy. Likes to keep you restrained, especially during his rare more dominant moments
Speaking of getting his more dominant moments, don't tease this man too much. He cannot cope and quickly turns the tables with a vengeance
For a man that doesn't want cums he sure does cum inside a lot
As much of a brat he is he does genuinely praise you and there's some genuine sweetness in there, especially gets tender if he get a bit too rough
Grumbles you should have said something while kissing your bruises
He tries aftercare but he's still kinda manhandling you
You performing aftercare with him? You normally don't need to, he kinda just....recovers. But surprisingly cuddly post cotius
Absolutely makes you lingerie and various other slutty outfits to try on for him
He's a gooner with a lot more kinks than you think, some are weird but shhhh he doesn't want you to ask questions
Just put on the cat ears and say nya okay DON'T MAKE IT WEIRD
Fucking drools when he gets really into it, he can't help himself. He looks as stupid as it sounds
Surprisingly sweet moment of him constantly wanting to hold your hand during the act as well as after the fact, keeps him grounded
Likes.....toys, both due to him not being big on touch but he unironically enjoys making it a type of "playtime"
That being said he's a little shit who will turn the vibrator onto the highest setting especially if you wear it in public and not turn it off for hours
Bastard. Gremlin baby man. But he's your bastard gremlin baby man
Likes some forms of somnophila as I said before but he tends to easily wake up because he struggles with the concept of being gentle
All for chocolate and movies once you're done, but he picks what you watch. He will bitch and whine otherwise (though will still watch whatever you pick)
gender neutral reader, error still has his hapephobia but is experimenting with new things, fluff, mutual pining, requested
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It's a bit of a boring day. The sun's shining, a gentle breeze blows through the air outside before making its way through an open window. You lean back against your couch as you stare at the TV, blinking lazily before hopping up to go and raid your kitchen for some snacks. You walk over to the kitchen table to rummage through a bag there, fairly distracted as white pixels begin to manifest behind you.
Lifting the bag up a bit, you jolt as soon as you feel various blue strings wrap around your body from behind; yanking you into the Anti-Void once more. You deadpan as soon as you realize who's behind this, shaking your head with amusement and making sure you don't drop the bag as the strings soon put you down.
"Y'know, you could've just asked me if I wanted to come over and I would've said yes." You smile, walking over and leaning over Error's beanbag chair to look into his differently colored eyelights once he glances up at you.
"That's boring. I like to keep things original." He shrugs, before patting the spot beside himself. "Hurry up and sit down, the show's about to start."
You happily sit in a beanbag beside him, sitting your bag of snacks between you so he can grab some as well.
"Awww, you brought me here just to watch your favorite Universes..I'm flattered, Error." You tease, grinning when his cheeks lightly flush in response and he turns his face away from you.
"Oh, whatever.. just be grateful I didn't keep you upside down." He huffs, before glancing curiously over at the bag you brought with you and looking inside of it.
"I am grateful for that, at least. Oh, uh, you can have anything you'd like, I don't mind. I've got plenty for both of us, and I know you have a sweet tooth..soo I'm sure there's something you'll like." You point finger guns at him, before diverting your attention to the screen for a moment. He hums in acknowledgement, rummaging through it to find anything of interest. After a bit of searching, he pauses before lifting up a small red box.
"What's this?" He points to it, leaving his finger against the cover. You squint your eyes for a second, before perking up a little.
"Oh! Those are Pocky sticks, they're like biscuits- the cookie kind- covered in chocolate. They're really good- they also come in different flavors. I think I saw strawberry once." You think back for a moment as he opens the box, fidgeting with the wrapper around the sticks. "Tell me what you think."
He opens his mouth, and for a brief moment you can see multiple blue tongues threatening to poke out before he takes a bite. You pause a second, feeling your face lightly darken before you shake your head to snap out of it. Pausing a second to contemplate, he gives a nod of approval before tipping the box your way so you can take one as well. You reach forwards, happily taking a bite as the show begins in the background.
"You know there's actually a game themed around these? It's kinda silly." You look down at the current stick you have in your hand as he glances over, tilting his head in curiosity and lightly pushing up his glasses.
"How's it work?"
"Well- it's something more suited for intimate couples. I don't know if you'd want to do something like that, but..it's essentially a game of chicken. One person puts a stick in their mouth, and the other person bites from the other end. They keep going until either one person pulls away, or they kiss." You place a stick in your mouth to demonstrate as you speak, gesturing your hand like a mouth before putting it down and continuing to eat the stick until it's gone.
He hums in acknowledgement, pausing for a second to contemplate something. He trails one hand over the other, fidgeting as he falls into deep thought. A blush crosses his face, causing his skull to burst with color.
"It's not something we have to do or anything, I was just telling you about it-" You wave your hands around quickly, before he turns to you.
"I-I-I want.. to try." He looks at you with a serious expression, his blush dying down a little bit and leaving the faintest trace behind. Your eyes briefly widen in surprise, and you inhale.
"Are you sure? Do you really? You don't have to push it if you don't want to." You insist, looking between his face and the box.
"I- ..I know. There's still plenty of chances to back out, and..it's something I want to try. If I can't handle it, then I'll know. If I can, then..well, we'll see how that goes." He turns the volume of the display in front of him down, placing the bag aside so there isn't anything between you. You can feel your heart race a mile a minute at the mere idea, watching as he takes another stick from the box and gingerly presses the opposite end of it past your lips so you can hold it in place. Oh man, this is indeed happening-
Keep your breath steady.. just stay calm. Oh, but it's hard to stay calm when there's a possible chance you both could kiss! From the looks of it, he's a little nervous too..but it's worth a try.
He takes the first bite. It's small, nothing too crazy but it does bring you both a little closer. He scoots forwards a little bit, before taking another. The stick slightly wobbles a bit in your mouth, but not enough to be noticeable.
With determined browbones, he takes another and slowly continues until he's finally moved past the middle. Now mere inches away from you. He pauses for a second to look over your face, feeling his own growing hot again. You make sure to give him a look of reassurance as you try to steady your rapidly beating heart.
He knows he can bail at any time, something he appreciates. Though he also doesn't want to lose this little game you have going. And so he makes his decision.
With a quick breath that he doesn't truly need, he slowly closes the gap between you both. The remaining pieces break off from one another as you briefly kiss, before he quickly pulls away. You both pause for a second to swallow and you take a moment to study his expression. ..No error messages..no glitches.
"..How do you feel?"
"..I think..I think I liked that." He raises a hand to his mouth, feeling his soul pounding within his chest. "I'm..I'm willing to try again, that time was a little short. Just to know for sure."
"Oh- Okay, yeah." You sit up a little bit, resting your hands in your lap. He places another stick in your mouth, and the process repeats. Only, you notice he moves a little quicker this time. Less hesitation than he'd had before.
Once he finally reaches the end, he closes the gap again. Only this time, he stays there a bit longer.. leaning into you. You feel your face beginning to burn, slowly closing your eyes to return the feeling. The kiss is slow, gentle. Warmth flows between the two of you as you stay in place, savoring the feeling of each other before you both pull away.
"So..how do you feel now?" You watch as his eyelights lightly tremble, hazy after the kiss. He looks a bit dazed for a second, before snapping out of it and leaning back so there's a short distance between you again.
Burying his flushed skull in his scarf, he mutters: "I liked it."
You smile at that, moving to face the screen again. Feeling satisfied by the experience.
"I-I-It's still something I have to get used to, but.. I don't think I'd mind trying again sometime." He glances over at you briefly, meeting your loving eyes before looking back at the screen. "You don't have to be so smug about it-"
"I'm not. I'm happy you were comfortable doing that with me. It's a new experience..I'm glad we could both enjoy it." You smile warmly, replaying it over and over in your mind as you stare at the screen. Your staring is briefly interrupted when a small plush dangles down of the skeleton beside you, its little face being gently pressed against your own before dropping into your lap. You gladly pick it up, hugging it tightly as the skeleton beside you huffs in amusement.
The rest of the day plays out like it usually does, the two of you watching your favorite things together until you both fall asleep beside one another.
My computer is possessed?! Oh, wait, it's just my out-coded skeleton boyfriend!
Summary: When some of your work in progress goes missing, you decide to start investigating whether your computer has a virus. That is until you realize that the few remaining works are of one character: Error Sans.
cw: kinitoPET and creepypasta vibes, writer Reader, Ink is mentioned, Error is jealousy, again, comedy, Reader finally notices that something wrong is happening!
(Part one) (Part two)
“I should really get a new chair..." You say slowly, tilting your head back and feeling your neck stretch — a habit that you keep indulging in, no matter how sore it makes your nape afterward. "Then again, I also need to buy some new pants... and a new mouse as well..." Your head rolls over your shoulders, and before you know it, you’re staring at the computer screen again.
Your fingers lightly tap against the table; pinky, ring, middle, and index. One after the other in a rhythmic sequence — until you mess up and clench your hand into a loose fist.
"Ink definitely wouldn’t say that; he’s just so clueless." And there you are, deleting an entire paragraph for the third time, unhappy with how your story is turning out. "Why did I have to write about this jerk again?"
Because he’s a complex character with many layers that can add depth to your plot. You can almost imagine yourself explaining it, wearing glasses with a raised finger — just like that nerd emoji meme.
Even though your explanation was spot on, you can’t help but huff in frustration, rubbing your eyes with your thumbs before looking back at the blank Word document.
“... Why is this so bright?” If you were standing in front of a mirror, you’d definitely see your pupils constricting; a slight burning sensation spreading across your eyes as your finger keeps clicking on the computer keys, the brightness rapidly dimming.
Before you can blink, you let out a slow hiss. The burning in your eyes, sharp against your sensitive irises, returns suddenly; and in front of you, seemingly amused by the situation, your computer screen is set to full brightness.
"What the hell?" you curse, quickly covering your eyes with your hands as you pull away from the screen. For a moment, all you see is complete darkness, with a few bright spots flickering in your vision.
Maybe it’s time to start using eye drops; your eyes probably wouldn’t hurt so much after hours in front of the computer.
"I must have pressed the wrong key..." That’s a possibility, if it weren’t for a little voice in the back of your mind whispering the steps you took moments ago; you definitely pressed the right keys and released them at the right moment to actually dim the screen. "Or did I think I clicked but really didn’t?"
Your head droops onto your shoulders — and a low grunt escapes your lips as you feel the muscles in your neck stretch, pulling your shoulder blades along with them.
You rest your face in your hands, then rub your eyes and look at the computer again between your fingers. “You know what? It doesn’t matter.” Your feet shuffle toward the table, the rolling chair getting stuck at some point. “I just need to finish at least this dialogue before I can finally shut this thing down with a clear conscience.”
In theory, it should be a simple task; in practice, not so much. Especially when the paragraphs you’ve already written keep getting erased-
"What the hell is going on?!" You couldn’t believe — or understand — what was happening right before your eyes: sentence by sentence, your fanfic was being quickly erased, line by line.
You quickly moved the mouse away from the document, clicking anywhere else in the browser to stop your writing from being deleted — which didn’t do much good. The cursor soon started moving on its own, spinning around the screen until it selected an entire paragraph and deleted it.
"What’s going on?!" you shout as you repeat the same action, clicking outside the browser to keep the cursor from going back to the document, sliding it left, right — anywhere to keep whatever was controlling your mouse away from your precious fanfic. "Is this what a hacker attack feels like?"
It’s the only explanation; unless the existence of ghosts is not just real, but they also have the ability to manipulate electronics and understand how the internet works.
Before you could think any more about it, the cursor had returned to the center of the screen — but this time, before it could delete any more of your text, you quickly took control of the mouse, dragging it to the red box in the corner of the window and closing it for good.
You didn’t even curse or shout afterward; your mouth stays slightly open, slowly widening enough to express your disbelief at what had just happened. Your eyes remained fixed on the computer, even as your vision grew increasingly blurry, much like the whirlwind of thoughts swirling in your mind.
"What the hell was that? Was it some kind of virus? Or a hacker's prank? I didn’t share this document with anyone, so it must have been some damn hacker with no job doing something so messed up! But wait, what if it’s like those little computer avatars that are actually viruses messing with your documents and folders? Did I download something strange without even noticing?”
Your focus snaps back to the screen as a notepad file opens in the upper corner of your desktop.
HEHEHEHEHEHEH GOT YOU!
“Son of a bitch,” you growl, grinding your teeth together as your eyes scan the message in all caps again and again.
This was solid proof (at least for your stress-fried brain) that this was the work of a sadistic hacker, taking pleasure in your suffering. It was decided: you would take your computer to a specialist as soon as possible — hacker or not, you would get your precious computer back at any cost.
Banging your head against the desk — and grunting as the pain spreads across your forehead — you don’t even notice that the light on your webcam is on.
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⟢ Note ✎ᝰ - This is my interpretation of the character. It may not be accurate, but sticking to canon as possible. Reader is Gender Neutral / Any Species ⋆˚࿔
Queer platonic relationship partners
I don’t see Error being in a romantic relationship ( ᵕ ˶°ヮ°˶ )
Sure, you two can do romantic stuff, but it’s very rare
Error’s love language are quality time and a bit of gift giving
He likes when you two can be in the same room, doing different things in silence and not bothering the other
Or the Antivoid, if you brought your stuff, when you come to visit or he invited (kidnapped) you because he missed your presence
When Undernovela is on, he would make you watch it with him on his beanbag with some distance and share snacks (He takes all the chocolate)
Long talks together mostly just him yapping / ranting about destroying Aus
For gift giving, he would make you dolls or something crocheted. He gives it to you while claiming he was just bored and wanted to make something (He’s shy, just go along with it)
If you give him something in return, he’ll be put off guard and give you a quick thanks while hiding half his face in the scarf, looking closely at the item
One of his hobbies is crocheting and If you want, he could teach you how to crochet
You ask him, he’ll have a small goofy smile of his face for a moment (Point it out and he’ll get defensive)
However he’s not really a…..good teacher. You’ll have to be a fast learner or else Error will get irritated with any small mistakes you make
If you already know how to, great ! You two do crochet sessions together. He’ll share some of his strings if you run out
Error might be interested in trying your hobbies since you participate in some of his.
Due to Error’s haphephobia (Fear of touch), physical affection is extremely rare
If you’re a physical affectionate or touch starved person (He’s touch starved too), there are ways to try and help him
If he trusts / feels very comfortable around you, he would sit closely enough that shoulders are touching / hold hands or pinkies / hugs for a few seconds by wrapping his arms around your shoulders so you don’t move or hug back
In the early days of your relationship, he only use his strings or grab the end of your sleeve to get your affection attention
Error is… a paranoid individual. He appreciates a partner who is honest and (very) patient
⋆˚࿔ I want to see more queer platonic relationships (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) ₊˚⊹ ᰔ / If anyone wants to share their thoughts / Hcs, Please tell me !
Author Note(s) Okay, first and foremost, the original creator of Error already said that Error would be too unstable for a romantic relationship in the first place. So this is gonna be mostly fanon. I also find it hilarious that they call Error a manbaby.
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☆ To really even get into this man's life, you would have to very persistent, lucky, and borderline a little dumb.
Imma say you're a glitch, something happened to your AU and you somehow ended up in the antivoid. Confused and afraid, you wander around a while only to find... a blue beanbag chair and portal thing? Okay...
You decided, 'what the hell, might as well take a seat 😐' (Dumb)
And after a long day, all Error wanted to do was relax and watch his Spanish telenovelas. Only to see YOUR ass sleeping on HIS beanbag chair. Yeah, he screams like a little girl and immediately attacks you, no questions asked.
Now the only way your surviving this situation is MAYBE with the deal he made with Ink. No destroying means no killing, sooo 🤷🏻♀️ (Lucky)
Uses his strings to hang you from the ceiling for a couple hours, and your body starts going numb. So obviously you start complaining??
*Can you at least put me on the ground.
*No.
*...Please...🙁
Do that for a couple of minutes and eventually it drive him insane enough to let you go. But its also the anti-void and you have no idea where you are. So you just kinda stick around Error. (Persistent)
☆Error isn't the most... mentality well person, as the title, 'God of Destruction' hints toward. But when you get on his less annoyed side, he's honestly kinda chill?
If Error can't find the energy to shoo you away anymore, he'll begrudgingly let you set next to him while watching the other AUs. Just be very still and quiet, he'll won't even notice your there after a while.
☆The anti-void really fucked with his overall mindset, so his mood changes day by day, hour by hour. This gets worst when he's around people, so good luck holding a decent conversation for more than 30 seconds. At least until you know eachother for a while.
But during those 30 second conversations, you'll notice him slowly start opening up about his personal life. Now, this is mostly complaining about this "Ink" and the "anomalies" (You have no clue wtf he's talking about.) but it's still something.
As he gets more comfortable and your relationship grows, he'll go into more detail about the AUs and how yours was
*Probably another piece of trash, just like the rest.
Great. Just what you wanted to hear.
☆Don't worry once he starts getting a crush on you, it gets completely worse. The whole "character not realizing they have feeling for a person" thing is cute... if it wasn't Error.
How long has he been in the anti-void? Only talking to people he's completely annoyed with?
Of course he's not gonna know anything about having feelings for someone. So Error just gets annoyed with you and glitches out more when your around.
☆Its not until he realizes that he has feelings for you that he starts going 'soft' on you. Has the same attitude, but he's less likely to tell you to 'be quiet' during his telenovelas or will share a singular piece of chocolate with you.
Minimum stuff but he's getting there.
Starts stealing stuff from other AUs to give to you. If you mention that you like something, the next day Error will simply drop it into your hand with a straight face and a
*Be grateful.
When he really gets serious about his feelings? Error makes a doll of you. For some reason it takes many more hours than the rest he's made before and he gets frustrated. (He just wants to make sure he got your features right.)
☆When dating, things are a little more than awkward for a while. Error just... doesn't know what to do. His zygomatic bones turn a deep blue when your around and if you try to flirt at all he just glitches out.
God forbid you touch the poor thing. His hephaphobia is very bad no matter how much he trusts you. If your someone who needs touch in a relationship then umm... Error is probably not the best option.
The most he can do after a while, (I'm talking a year or so) of being together is wrap a pinkie around yours. Even then its unnerving to him.
I imagine that he would do this thing with his strings were he would gently wrap them around your wrist or something. Just to show thats he there.
☆Errors love languages is quality time and gift giving.
Sitting at a pretty spot in some AU, crocheting and knitting together, bing watching shows, hell if your crazy enough, help him beat Ink's ass. Either way Error likes having you next to him. After being alone in the anti-void for so long, its nice to have someone to talk too. Its also a protection thing, he has a lot of enemies.
Error will make you things often. A doll, scarf, sweater, blanket, you name it. Its honestly really impressive on how fast he can crochet and knit things. He acts like its not a big deal but he can't help to have his cheeks dust blue when you express gratitude.
