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“I like standing still, but that’s just a wishful plan.” 

Indie, Canon-Divergent Connor Lance-Queen from DC Comics.

Multiverse and Multiship.

OC-friendly.

Loved by Bear.

#*this deserves some credit;promo

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Some Questions Sentence Starters

“Where are you going?” 

“What are you doing?” 

“Where is __?”

“And where, do you think, are you are going?”

“Who do you think you are?!”

“Who are you?” 

“Who is that?”

“Who did this?”

“Where are my __?” 

“How on earth did you manage to hurt yourself?” 

“How did this happen?” 

“How could you?!”

“What the fuck?”

“There’s nothing between us, is there?”

“How can I fix this?” 

“Do you need a hug?” 

“Is sorry not enough?” 

“Is there anything I can do to help?” 

“It’s over, isn’t it?” 

“How can someone of your size bleed this much?” 

“It hurts, doesn’t it?” 

“Is it supposed to hurt?” 

“How can you go off without me like this?”

“You’re not happy, are you?” 

“Why won’t you listen to me?” 

“How can we stop this?” 

“Can you just shut up?!” 

“Why are you bleeding?!”

“Do you think you can help me?” 

“Can you smile for me?” 

“Why are you so sad?” 

“Are you okay?!’

“What are you?” 

?+ Add your own!

#*hit me with your best shot;meme

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“Uh, yup, I noticed.”

Connor could barely even see who he was talking to, due to the angle of his head. He had it tilted back slightly, because of the bloody, broken nose he had just received. He didn’t tilt his head too far back, because he didn’t want all the blood just rushing back down his throat, but he hated to let it drip everywhere. 

He lowered his head just enough to look at the girl in front of him. She looked harmless, and liked she earnestly wanted to help. He used his free hand that wasn’t plugging his nose to take her hand, letting her help him to his feet. “Thanks,” he said, finally letting go of his nose-- it had more or less stopped bleeding. He swiped at it gingerly, wincing. 

“You weren’t hurt in that mess, were you?”

Referring to the mess you helped make, of course. Good thing you won. 

#callofkassogtha #verse;008 #//this is great thanks!!

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@xfightxmex

continued from here for @xfightxmex​

Connor hadn’t even needed to look at Aimee to know that she was still awake. He knew what her breathing sounded like when she was truly asleep– something that sounded rather creepy, but hey, he had known her for years. Sometimes he thought that he knew her better than she knew herself, and it applied the other way around too. He was simply laying on his back next to her, arms crossed behind his head as his blue eyes traced a path on the ceiling.

He flicked his gaze over to her as she propped herself up, smiling faintly at the brunette and shrugging. “Mm, I think the mind reading powers only apply when I’m around you,” he said honestly, gaze returning to the ceiling. It was true. All he needed to do was catch Aimee’s looks and he would instantly know what she was thinking. It sounded cheesy, but it was all fact. 

He shook his head and finally propped himself up on both of his elbows, looking over at her. A strand of bleached hair fell into his eyes, but he didn’t bother to brush it away. He was at his most relaxed in this moment, dressed down in a -t-shirt and sweats. It was a side of him that not many people got to see.

“Nah, I can’t really sleep either.” She would understand why. He was being kept awake by the very same thoughts that she was, or at least a similar variation. The thoughts and worries came along with the superhero lifestyle. “Wanna do something?”

#xfightxmex #Verse;001 #//hope it's okay that I continued this!

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continued from here for @xfightxmex​

Connor hadn’t even needed to look at Aimee to know that she was still awake. He knew what her breathing sounded like when she was truly asleep-- something that sounded rather creepy, but hey, he had known her for years. Sometimes he thought that he knew her better than she knew herself, and it applied the other way around too. He was simply laying on his back next to her, arms crossed behind his head as his blue eyes traced a path on the ceiling.

He flicked his gaze over to her as she propped herself up, smiling faintly at the brunette and shrugging. “Mm, I think the mind reading powers only apply when I’m around you,” he said honestly, gaze returning to the ceiling. It was true. All he needed to do was catch Aimee’s looks and he would instantly know what she was thinking. It sounded cheesy, but it was all fact. 

He shook his head and finally propped himself up on both of his elbows, looking over at her. A strand of bleached hair fell into his eyes, but he didn’t bother to brush it away. He was at his most relaxed in this moment, dressed down in a -t-shirt and sweats. It was a side of him that not many people got to see.

“Nah, I can’t really sleep either.” She would understand why. He was being kept awake by the very same thoughts that she was, or at least a similar variation. The thoughts and worries came along with the superhero lifestyle. “Wanna do something?”

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@xfightxmex

plotted starter for @xfightxmex​

Shit. This must be why he and Aimee had never gone undercover together before– it was harder to keep up a consistent ruse for two people. It wasn’t even a difficult question that they were being faced with either. The man at the hotel’s front desk had simply asked the two why they were reserving a room. Perhaps because they were still so young, and he wanted to make sure that the two weren’t running away from home together or something. It was none of his business, of course, but they had to say something.

And we sure as shit can’t tell him we’re staying in this hotel because our target is three doors down.

Nope. Couldn’t do that. So Connor acted on instinct, doing and saying the only thing that made sense. It could get him slapped, but it was the only idea he had. He easily slipped an arm around Aimee’s waist and grinned, tugging her closer. “Well, we’re just stopping here for a few days on our way to our honey-moon destination. Right babe?”

For the love of all that is good and holy, Aimee, please take the hint. 

#xfightxmex #Verse;001 #//hope this works for you!

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plotted starter for @xfightxmex​

Shit. This must be why he and Aimee had never gone undercover together before-- it was harder to keep up a consistent ruse for two people. It wasn’t even a difficult question that they were being faced with either. The man at the hotel’s front desk had simply asked the two why they were reserving a room. Perhaps because they were still so young, and he wanted to make sure that the two weren’t running away from home together or something. It was none of his business, of course, but they had to say something.

And we sure as shit can’t tell him we’re staying in this hotel because our target is three doors down.

Nope. Couldn’t do that. So Connor acted on instinct, doing and saying the only thing that made sense. It could get him slapped, but it was the only idea he had. He easily slipped an arm around Aimee’s waist and grinned, tugging her closer. “Well, we’re just stopping here for a few days on our way to our honey-moon destination. Right babe?”

For the love of all that is good and holy, Aimee, please take the hint. 

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Connor Lance-Queen and Aimee Elizabeth Jordan

Green Canary and Green Lantern

“You’re not going to leave me, right?”
“Wouldn’t dream of it. You’re stuck with me for the rest of your life.”

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#xfightxmex #*spreading his wings;about #//omg I love it

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“With such a hell in your heart and your head, how can you live? How can you love?”

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#*spreading his wings;about

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Send a symbol for your muse to gently touch mine by: 

❥ :  tucking stray hair behind their ear

✿ : trailing soft kisses down their arm

☁ : cuddling with them under a blanket

★ : pressing a kiss to the back of their hand

▲ : leaning your head against their shoulder

♪ : singing them a lullaby and brushing their hair

◆ : wrapping your arms around them from behind

✤ : lacing your fingers into theirs and holding their hands

♣ : slowly pulling them into your lap to curl up and cuddle

▨ : rubbing their back to calm them down when they’re upset

▰ : embracing them and holding them firmly against your chest

#*hit me with your best shot;meme

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❝ And if I had a beer, I’d be getting over it right now. ❞

@xfightxmex

connor is going to try and be a good influence/that 70′s show prompts! 

“I already told you Aims, I’m not stealing a beer from the fridge for you. If you want to go steal it, then go forth and steal. Just know that my dad checks the beer-count every morning because he’s weird like that, and when he notices one is missing and inevitably confronts me, I will rat you out.”

Of course that wasn’t true– Connor would absolutely take the blame for Aimee, not that his father would believe it. Anyone who knew Connor knew the boy wasn’t big on drinking like most people his age. He only ever drank when he was upset, and he had only truly gotten drunk once, and had regretted it instantly for both the hangover and his actions. His father would probably deduce that Hal Jordan’s daughter had snuck a beer, no matter what Connor told him. It had happened before, after all.

The blond shook his head, deciding to try a different approach as he reached out and put a hand on the brunette’s shoulder. “C’mon, you’ve just got to… Try and unwind in a sober way. Why… Why don’t we go out? To a club or something. We could… Dance.”

A rare offer from the teen. He wasn’t normally one to go out either, since going out went right along with drinking. However, even if he would never admit it, he did enjoy dancing… And if getting lost in music and a crowd could help Aimee to relax? Then he would do it in a heartbeat. 

#xfightxmex #*you got a mission for me?;ask

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#*spreading his wings;about #//connor @ all of his sisters

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I was so in love with you that I forgot I even existed.

R.D.

#*as long as he's there i'll be okay;connor&lawson #*kids who meta together stick together;connor&kath #*a kiss with a fist is better than none;connor&gina #*she makes me want to be better than I am;charlie&connor

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@cxnsurgo

starter for @cxnsurgo​

“Please just go ahead and tell me right now if you’re planning on making this an issue of the physical sort, because if you’re just going to make verbal jabs, you can fuck off.”

The venom was clear in the blond’s tone, but he couldn’t do much to back up his bark. Dressed in his Green Canary gear, he sat slumped in a dark alley, one hand placed over the stretch of skin where his neck met his shoulder. He had taken a rather deep cut, the edges of the wound ragged from the blade. The blood dripped down onto his suit, puddling on the cement. He knew he needed to get moving soon or else he would pass out from blood loss, but he didn’t feel quite up to making the run back to base. He wasn’t sure he’d make it.

I lose either way. Damned if I do, damned if I don’t.

But no matter what happened, he would not tolerate some shadowy figure at the end of an alley fucking with him. He was in pain and exhausted, but he could still use his canary cry, or fire his bow as a last resort. Sure, he could die from the strain over time, but he was too pissed to really give a shit about that.

#cxnsurgo #Verse;001 #//I tried to leave this open for whoever you want #//hope this works for you!

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starter for @cxnsurgo​

“Please just go ahead and tell me right now if you’re planning on making this an issue of the physical sort, because if you’re just going to make verbal jabs, you can fuck off.”

The venom was clear in the blond’s tone, but he couldn’t do much to back up his bark. Dressed in his Green Canary gear, he sat slumped in a dark alley, one hand placed over the stretch of skin where his neck met his shoulder. He had taken a rather deep cut, the edges of the wound ragged from the blade. The blood dripped down onto his suit, puddling on the cement. He knew he needed to get moving soon or else he would pass out from blood loss, but he didn’t feel quite up to making the run back to base. He wasn't sure he'd make it.

I lose either way. Damned if I do, damned if I don’t.

But no matter what happened, he would not tolerate some shadowy figure at the end of an alley fucking with him. He was in pain and exhausted, but he could still use his canary cry, or fire his bow as a last resort. Sure, he could die from the strain over time, but he was too pissed to really give a shit about that.

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@heirofthejoker

starter for @heirofthejoker​

“…Hm.”

This was odd and unsettling. All the other times he had encountered Giovanni, it had been while he was Green Canary, not Connor Lance-Queen. They had met on rooftops, in alleys, inside of collapsing buildings– never anywhere as sane as a crowded bus. The only open seat left was next to the young villain, but Connor hesitated to ask for it.

He may not recognize you. You wear the mask for a reason. Even with your hair and voice… He may not realize.

Maybe not. But some part of Connor hoped that the brunet did figure it out. He wasn’t sure if the discovery would make the bus ride more or less awkward, but either way, the blond wanted to sit. So he cleared his throat, arching a brow down at the other male.

“Do you mind?” He asked, waving a hand at the open seat.

#heirofthejoker #Verse;001 #//hope this works for you!