#error1nmycode

[error1nmycode]

error1nmycode:

        “I’m lesbian.”

totallyawesomenerd:

        “I thought you were synthezoid.”

[visixnaryx-archive]

Vision (x):

[unstoppablenadia]

@error1nmycode liked for a starter

     “It is alright to just pet someone’s dog right? It’s not one of your country’s strange rules correct? Because there was a little tiny one and I couldn’t help myself. His owner looked offended!”

[maximummusesarch]

@error1nmycode

      “Hello, Damian.” Viv greets with a neutral face, her usual reaction. “This is the grave for my brother, Vin Vision. He died approximately a year ago. I am not sure why I am here…I merely felt like visiting his grave site. I know he is not here. It is his body, that is all.” She explained, feeling the need to do so. The grave was clean enough, though clearly not visited regularly. There were no flowers adorning the site, only a lone book of collected Shakespeare poems resting atop the allotted space.

“I see.”  Part of him wished to say that he could only imagine having to witness your brother die.  However, such horror was not left to the imagination, even if Tim’s death was but a perceived one.  “I’m sorry.  I’m sure your brother was a good person.”  He oft wondered what his grave site looked like, during his time dead.  Were there mementos of the things he loved?  Or just the stone obelisk that stood over his casket?

[xshxxtingstaar-aa-blog]

a reply to @error1nmycode from x 

       “Oooh, do I get a medal for that?” rolling around mid-air he ‘sits’ straight up. “I got lonely. So, I came to find you.”

[ofstxrsandgalaxies]

@error1nmycode continued from here. 

“You forget, our work is dangerous by nature.” That was one of the problems with having super-powered friends. They were often put in dangerous situations, or chose to be in those situations. Her friends were so brave, too brave. “Must you go alone? Can you not take any of the other Champions or fellow heroes with you?” Can’t you take me?

“--Okay, maybe it’s a little dangerous.” He was trying to reassure her that it wasn’t dangerous. It usually worked with his mom--or he thought. Perhaps his mother knew at this point she couldn’t stop him, even if she wanted to. “But I can handle it, Viv. It’s just some aliens. I deal with this all the time.” But that wasn’t a reason to be careless. These guys managed to get past him and make their way to Earth. 

[sonofsuperman-archive]

@error1nmycode liked this for a civilian starter.

Maybe visiting New York was a bad idea. Maybe joining a Stark program for up and coming student engineers was worse. And Maybe volunteering to help as a First Aid Responder was the worst idea he had, especially when the heroes around fighting enemies were the Champions. He could hear it, no matter how much he restrained his Kryptonian abilities. The battle ongoing, the cries of civilians injured, the blood heavily thickening the air, the sight of wounds both major and minor. Fists clenched tightly as his senses were overloaded once more with the sense of battle, his body shuddering as everything happening around him reminded the teenager of his last battle, the bullets passing through his supposed ‘invulnerable’ body and his own blood dirtying his skin and clothes.

Taking a deep breathe, the Kryptonian held the Kryptonite necklace he wore, urging it to dull his senses more, to weaken his Krypton gene. ‘Come on Jon, you need to work,’ Jon thought, focusing on ignoring the taste of blood in the air and the sight of the ongoing battle, instead running to the nearest downed civilian. As he ran, that familiar shade of green and pink caught his eyes, quickly causing him to stiffen and look away, his hands reaching up to pull down his hat further down to hide his face before pushing his sunglasses closer to hide his blue eyes. No. He had to remain hidden. The shame of not being able to handle the responsibilities of a hero, something every teen hero seemed to handle well, and not being able to cope with his almost death... he had to keep hidden from his former friends. Bowing his head down, he scurried to the nearest civilian, removing his bagpack and unloading a few of its contents. “Hello sir,” Jon started, now focusing on the man and keeping himself small and unnoticeable to the heroes moving around nearby.

[smallestpym]

@error1nmycode-- continued from here

     “     People can be... MEAN, is all. I am hoping that if they think I have COOL FRIENDS like you, they will be NICER.      ”