* WORK / SMART.

behind EVERY successful woman is herself. nora lance-queen. twenty three. daughter of dinah laurel lance & oliver queen. meta human.

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daliadorrance‌:

Dalia stood in the hallway clearly tired and looking like she’d had a long night herself, one hand on her hip and the other at her temple she asked “Well, can you check?” She leaned over to the crack in the door and put on her nicest face making sure Nora could see it “Pretty please??” She knew with the right charms a person would do anything and besides she felt like people tended to be closer to ropes end so late at night so rudeness wasn’t going to get her anywhere. For her the night was still young as long as she could get some caffeine in herself, soon.

“i guess.” she was groggy. not sleepy, but feeling the effects - she shrugged her shoulders, carefully, and paused where she was standing as if she didn’t know what was supposed to come after that, before her mind caught up with her and she took a step out of dalia’s way. “you can come in and wait, if you’d like. i don’t know if they have it. and i definitely don’t know where they keep it.” nora didn’t use her dorm for much, clearly, than a place to hang and a place to sleep. she usually ate with her siblings or out, somewhere fancy - and she didn’t know her way around the kitchen. 

[babycanary]

tcbefree‌:

❝ something bad’s gonna happen. i can feel it. ❞ she’d almost been kidnapped once, she thinks, when she was five or six. that’s what happens when you’re the prodigy child of two of the smartest people in the world. it’s crazy to think about now. ❝ i need my inhaler. or my sister. everything’s gone mad. ❞ it was muscle memory, looking for margot. she’d know what to do. she was the smarter twin.

“are your powers telling you that?” that was the only logical explanation - and even at THAT, nora wasn’t sure how much she believed in the power of powers ( at least in the current mindset that she was in ). skylar was very visibly distraught, but unfortunately... the little blonde wasn’t much use to her. “i can’t help with the inhaler. but i can go with you, if you’d like - we can try and find your sister. i bet she’s in her safe room, and totally fine. you’re freaking out for no reason~”

[babycanary]

daliadorrance‌:

Dalia prided herself on being independent and being able to handle anything on her own but when it’s 3am and she just needed a cup of coffee to help stay awake and she was out she knew it was time to ask for a bit of help, she knocked on the door of one of the other dorm rooms, she looked for one with some noise behind the door so she wouldn’t be waking anybody up “Hey, i know it’s really late but do you have any spare coffee?”

she wasn’t doing much sleeping lately. after everything that had happened...- she had been struggling when it came to compartmentalizing, the dam seemingly broke. no one would have blamed her, but still ; she felt weak, in a way that she didn’t ENJOY. the knock at the door had her more wary than it ought to have, but with her roommate just inside - somehow managing to sleep through the noise of the tv - she wasn’t quite so worried about answering, inching her way to the door and pulling it open just a crack. “i don’t drink coffee,” she wasn’t even lying in hopes of cutting the conversation short - it wasn’t really her speed, “but uh...- my roommate might?”

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* closed starter for / @ofmartiians !

“oh, god, oh no-” she sounded horror struck, and anyone could have been forgiven for thinking that nora had somehow managed, in the process of doing one of the easiest of jobs, to HURT herself. one look to her, however, would confirm - she hadn’t tripped over anything, or managed to cut herself with the pair of scissors they’d been using to pry open paint cans. she had, instead, done something that even she knew was stupid ; stumbling back out of the way of a few paint tops that she’d almost stepped in and managing, somehow, to step far enough back that she hit the wall. the freshly coated in red wall. that probably hadn’t dried yet. eyes wide and her meltdown imminent, nora looked to m’gann- “please tell me i’m not covered in paint,” and then, she twirled, even craning her neck to try and see for herself, “please.”

[babycanary]

crockedarrows‌:

“oh HELL NO!” 

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nora couldn't say that when her heart stopped beating like it were trying to escape her chest she wouldn't be grateful, but right now...- RIGHT NOW, the only thing that she could think, and do, was exactly what her older sister told her to do. DOWN, first, dropping down painfully so that she's freed from his grasp as arty collides with him, pushing herself even farther away, and distancing herself from what was happening. shaking like a leaf, desperately trying to catch her breath through the tears.

the only coherent thought that manages to make its way through the haze of terror settled around her is ; watching artemis train and watching her at work are two VERY different things.

she had done the former more times than she could count. even at her youngest ( and even at her most SELF ABSORBED ), nora had been fascinated with what her parents and psuedo older sister did. if she even had an INKLING that one of them was on their way to the training room, she was hot on their heels in an instant - refusing to turn back and leave them be, no matter how much she was asked. at least she could say that she had tried not to be a distraction ; the only times where she sat still and stayed quiet seemingly being when she sat cross legged in a corner, eyes glued on her mum, or on oliver, or on artemis as they moved. in her teen years, she had trained WITH them sometimes - the thought process being that she might learn enough to keep herself safe, but she was never more aware of her shortcomings than when she had sparred with arty. the moved like a poem and hit out with a CONFIDENCE that nora simply lacked. arty didn't think twice about where her clenched fists would land. she didn't second guess herself. she just DID.

but she had never felt the danger. artemis was a LETHAL opponent, and these men - if their intentions here weren't clear, nora might have felt a small bit of pity for them. they had chosen an easy target, and there was no doubt around that fact - but they hadn't counted on picking a fight with artemis.

and then it was done. AS QUICKLY AS IT HAD ALL BEGUN. the sounds of the fight stopped and before she knew what was happening anymore, artemis was before her - the grip of her hands on her shoulders STEADYING her, some. "i'm okay," her words bubble up on the back end up another sob, her cheeks already soaked, "i'm okay. they didn't- they didn't hurt me." her back ached from where she had been shoved against brick, but she couldn't even think about that - not when there could have been a worse result. throwing her arms around the others shoulders without warning and collapsing against her, nora buried her face in the crook of her neck - "thank you. thank you. arty, i- i didn't know what to do."

[babycanary]

whimsicalwiinnie‌:

being infamous and being famous were two very different things. she was born into fame, but she breeds herself infamy. the difference between them is that winona deserves what she gets. both party girls, but having fun isn’t a sin worth a life. winnie is smart enough to realize this. she gets it. she knows she’s a bad person. not blinded like sofia. when she looks people in the eyes, she understands what she sees. the curiosity and the greed and the fear. the difference is that she doesn’t mistake it for admiration. the difference is that winona… the thing is, she can live with it. she’s a bad person, but she doesn’t mind.  ❝ i was thinking more x-men in the 80s, but that’s still true as well. ❞ that wasn’t even a look on jean grey’s hot ass. she doesn’t understand how anyone could ever think that was a look. she really fucking doesn’t. ❝ oh, i’d never impose like that. it’s no trouble. ❞ practically a scripted response. and, really, that’s another difference between them. without her boys, the people she stuck by, she isolates herself. ❝ it’s good to know you haven’t changed, then. i’d almost consider it. fiji water is the best. but, really, my workout routine would drive you insane. ❞

“to be fair-” her tone betrayed that there was going to be NO SUCH THING about whatever it was she was about to say, her smile turning a touch wicked, “at least they’re consistent in just how fashion impaired they all are. the only one fighting the good fight on that front is emma frost ; and even at THAT, i don’t know how she gets wearing lingerie past the school board.” there was, of course, the small issue that nora’s own mother ran around fighting crime in fishnets, but... the little blonde had learnt long ago that she and her parents didn’t always see eye to eye when it came to certain choices, and that was OKAY. like this friendship she had struck up with winona falcone all those years ago ; they’d hate it, if they knew, but some things did not need to be SHARED. it was another life lesson. “suit yourself,” she shot back, easily, not one to beg either - the offer was MADE and it would remain open, but it was winona’s choice whether she wanted to take her up on it. “you can always drop by just to hang out, if you’d like. i’m not desperate for companionship, or anything - just trying to be NICE.” and desperate for companionship. the devil was in the details of that one.

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heartcfgcld‌:

“i mean, kids are okay when i can return them if they start to cry, but i’ve already broken it to my parents that they shouldn’t hold their breath if they’re waiting to get grandkids from me..”

“i was worried i was the only one without the intention of breeding,” nora laughed, mostly honestly. she hadn’t spent much time thinking about it, really ; she still thought of HERSELF as a kid, in a way, and kids didn’t have kids. “i think my mum and dad will survive, though. they’ve got my older siblings to rely on, even if i let them down.” 

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tcbefree‌:

❝ it’s so not okay ! ❞ everything was so confusing. she just felt so helpless. all of skylar’s fight or flight was locked away in a little cage she couldn’t access. her fear usually caused her to fight back, but now she was just scared. defenseless. ❝ i don’t want to take a deep breath ! i want everything to calm down ! ❞ she had the same anxiety she’d had since childhood. ❝ i’m so not fine ! i can’t fight ! ❞

“but you don’t...- you don’t have to,” nora replied ; more confused than she had any real RIGHT to be. if her wits had been about her, she would have recognized that skylar wasn’t just being unreasonable - she was affected, and so was SHE. the thing was ; she hadn’t felt so good without some kind of CATCH in a lifetime. it was hard to shrug that off, even if skylar’s tone urged her to. “you don’t have to fight. you’re safe. i’ll stick with you, if you like, and keep an eye on you!”

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nvthawkguy‌:

Kate had dealt with people doubting her and her team when she was younger and just starting out and still dealt with it more often than not. It was unfortunately a constant, no matter someone’s reasons for doing so. She raised an eyebrow. “Good for you.” She tolled her eyes. “Yeah, after over decade of being a superhero, I’m still amateurish. I’ll just blame Clint. It’s worked great in the past.”

it wasn’t kate. really. it was NORA, herself, and her own ingrained belief that the only heroes really worth their salt were her parents and artemis. she had grown up around them, after all, and family loyalty ran deep. of course she thought lesser on the avengers and their companions. “no matter what, you’ll be able to say you’re better than he is,” being a strong lady, and all. male archers didn’t typically compare to her DAD. 

[wnq-writers]

She’s like a volcano, Cool and calm on the surface, But, Lord, she has lava running through her veins.

everytimethestarscomeout (via lornadancs)

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thcwolverine‌:

“ get out of my way before i break your arm , “ laura growls and steps back, letting out her CLAWS. she was prepared to fight her way through the person preventing her from doing what she wanted to do. 

“that isn’t very nice.” nor was continuing to stand in laura’s way, claws unleashed, but - for whatever reason, nora didn’t exactly have full control of her survival instinct. “everyone’s trying to get somewhere, you know.”

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tcbefree‌:

big, bambi brown eyes brimmed with tears. skylar was just so confused. she’s been running for so long, and it feels… natural, even though she doesn’t think she’s ever even ran a mile, let alone all over paragon. ❝ will ― will you help me ? i ― i think they all are high, or, ❞ she pauses. smart enough to have started to piece together what’s happening. ❝ or they’re sick, but they’re all just… i don’t know ! ❞ she’s scared, really. 

“hey- hey- it’s okay!” she felt... happier than this girl looked. which on some level, nora knew couldn’t be right, in the same way that she recognized that SOMETHING was going on with everyone, and she couldn’t have just been immune. but it was- nice. a good feeling. better than, you know ; the stress of living and whatnot. “you’re fine! take a deep breath, okay? you’re good. what do you want me to do?”

[babycanary]

*   spring   fling   2019   /   NORA   LANCE-QUEEN   !

accompanying   :   n/a   (   only   came   to   casually   flaunt   her   wealth,   probably   )

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fletchdup‌:

‘ i hate it when that happens. ‘ ( @babycanary )

“Ah, I’m glad you get it-,” Fletcher was crouched by the entrance stairs of the hospital, picking up the cafeteria burrito (a second lunch) that he had dropped while leaving for the day. It was still perfectly good food. “will you judge me if I just- eat it?” It as perfectly good food

“i said i hate it, not that i get it,” she corrected - though with a smile already in place, she wasn’t ENTIRELY disagreeing with his choice. it seemed like a waste, and nora - though, admittedly, spoiled rotten - had always been taught not to be unnecessary. “i’ll probably judge you, like... a little bit,” she admitted, though she was quick to clarify, “it won’t be for the action. that’s not judge worthy. but the fact that it fell on a hospital floor, with who knows WHAT on it... that’s almost unforgivable.” 

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teddybrocks‌:

“i need someone to train with and you’re apparently pretty good….so.”

“i’m...-” not GOOD. she didn’t think so, anyway. she was rusty, a billion childhood lessons at the back of her brain. she was slow. she was- “learning. but i’ve been looking for a training partner, too, so i... wouldn’t be OPPOSED.” 

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* closed starter for @heartcfgcld / “sometimes babies will point at me, and i don’t care for that shit at all.”

“cold,” it wasn’t as if NORA cared for ‘that shit’ either. she just wasn’t used to someone saying it so loudly, especially when it was still... well. sort of expected of women across the world to want babies, and care about them, eventually. “i guess you don’t need ‘em to complete you, huh?”

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* closed starter for @teddybrocks / “yeah, i’m okay. you’re probably busy, so...”

“well, yeah,” eyebrows knitting together, nora didn’t entirely grasp the point - as evidenced when she continued, “i’m ALWAYS busy, though, so...” don’t let that stop you, would have been the nice thing to add. “you might as well just... spit it out.”