#fxllenwilson

[lilmelvin]

Just going to scoop up a smol, it's too late for you to be out anyway. "How do you feel about bedazzling Thad's costume?"

@fxllenwilson still salty @dementedspeedster

"It's gonna take like a bajillion gems but I'm up for it if it means I can stay up."

[billyandhismultiples]

Continuing from HERE || @fxllenwilson

The grin that caked Billy's face, one of pure amused bewilderment, was wide, giddy, and frankly stupid as he was staring a maskless X down.

His nosy self had come into the area to cautiously investigate after several shots were heard, only to surprisingly find his always-masked friend knelt over with blood drawn.

He didn't think this day would ever come though, seeing the face of the mystery man that was Red X. Of course it was a total accident, not any sort of friend-to-friend meaningful reveal, but he'll take what he could get. And considering their friendship, the disclosure of this was totally par for the course.

In a very small way, Billy did feel bad, as if he was completely intruding on something not meant for his eyes until the other was ready to divulge it to him, if ever. But it wasn't like he went over to him and ripped the mask off himself. That he'd be beaten up for, or worse, understandably so.

That little blip of a feeling came and went quickly as it was drowned out by the pure tease revving up within and beginning to overflow into the duplicator's demeanor. No threat from the other man was too harsh to stop the multiplier from having at least a few quips blab from his lips.

"Whew, seems like Christmas came 'round early for lil' ol' me, huh?"

Immediately, a handful of clones were created around Billy, a safety net if X decided to follow through on his threat to teleport him into the harbor. Now he'd have to at least figure out which the original was for maximum effect on said threat.

"Well, I'll be. Aintchu handsome underneath it all?" A duplicate said with tease dripping in his tone and that same grin that never left the original planted on his own lips as well.

"Dontchu worry, pretty boy. Ya secret's safe with us."

[dementedspeedster]

I feel like I get a pass for laughing when a kid roasts you given how many times you ENCOURAGED Melvin to do it to me

@fxllenwilson @lilmelvin

"Hmmmmm. While that's a valid point, I've decided to be petty and say that I think Melvin should roast you some more."

"Melvin! You should roast Grant some more!"

[arkhamcalamity]

Flashback //olive :))

Memory meme // ALWAYS ACCEPTING @fxllenwilson

Olive knew long before MacPherson's soft footsteps came down the dorm halls.

It wasn't unusual to wake up and have a hard time getting back to sleep. This time, the notifications pouring in at 4:17 am lit up her phone like warning flares. "Arkham Explosion." Grainy cell-phone videos of orange blooming against Gotham's perpetual gray. Casualties, escapees. Gothamites already betting who got out again this time in the comments: "Two-Face out again?" "Bet Joker's laughing somewhere." "Calamity finally finished what she started?"

Olive froze mid-scroll in the early dawn light. Spiraling at the headlines, the options cycling like a broken record in her head. Injuries, escapees, casualties. Pulling her mom into her head with every headline. Sybil's soft hands braiding Olive's hair before Calamity swallowed her whole. Before Batman dragged her away. Before Olive's life became a scholarship and a school that seemed to constantly brush against the heroes she hated.

She sat cross-legged on her narrow dorm bed, sheets twisted around her legs like restraints. The early dawn light sliced through the curtains in thin, cold bars, painting the room in sickly blue. Across from her, Maps slept on, face half-buried in the pillow, breathing slow and even. The steady rhythm of someone who still believed heroes weren't monsters. An optimism sometimes Olive envied. Part of her contemplated waking Maps up just to breathe the anxiety into something that wasn't her own head. But moving felt like making it real. Speaking it would summon the ending.

The knock came anyway- soft, almost apologetic, like MacPherson hated being the one to deliver it. The door opened a careful inch. Professor MacPherson stepped inside, coat still dusted with early-morning frost, face drawn in the way of someone who'd already spent hours fielding calls, calming panicked parents, deciding how much truth an already fragile seventeen-year-old could bear.

Maps stirred, mumbling something incoherent about hidden passages, then settled again. Olive didn't move. She and MacPherson simply stared across the dim room.

Olive lowered the phone to her chest, screen still glowing against her shirt. The light caught the faint tremor in her fingers. Until she could make her voice work again.

"My mom?" The words came out small, cracked.

MacPherson's expression fractured- just a flicker of regret, raw and unguarded- before she schooled it back into calm. "I don't know yet, Olive." Her voice was gentle, but it carried the weight of everything she did know: the body count climbing, the uncertainty, the way Gotham always took more than it gave back. "We can go find out though."

[queryxecho]

//It's the little things bc i'm throwing grant under THE BUS

Little things (aka let rosie get up in her feels about your muses) // Accepting @fxllenwilson *rubbing my little hands together*

Oh, you reckless thing. Even Death couldn't take that part from you. You know very well that you're not invincible. No matter how much you act like it. And maybe it's so fitting you found freedom in a suit so volatile. Letting you be reckless even when you feel armored. And the suit does make you feel armored. Giving you a whole new mask of confidence. So it can hide the scared teen who made too many mistakes.

It wasn't all your fault. What was supposed to happen when you take a little boy and raise him for war? What happens when the only way to really get your parents affection is through an embracement of violence? Well, you end up idolizing violent folks who lead you to road you can't change. And commiserate with Thad about Daddy Issues all you might, but we know better. You're scarred from both sides.

You try so hard to act like you don't care. All while doing the things in the shadow that would imply otherwise. Checking up, hiding bits of harm, making new friends along the way. You are allowed to change, you know. It's not easy to find a way to rebuild bridges, but that doesn't mean it's impossible. You don't have to be the same boy who died. You don't have to throw your caution to the wind because you feel unworthy of care.

Or maybe it's the underlying urge that you believe you shouldn't be back that really drives that lack of caution. And don't act like we're wrong. Death Wish is a term that applies, no matter how much you may deny it. You're allowed to figure out how to live again.

-<3 Dee & Nina

[1mpulsee]

@fxllenwilson : 66 . for  an  interrupted  starter .

PROMPT — accepting !!

okay, yeah, he was SO done with this fight . the flash said he got it handled, so he was gonna let him do so . besides, being thrown like a ragdoll through a window kinda killed his eagerness to fight . and HURT .

and now he had someone with a very CREEPY-looking mask staring down at him . when he was lying in a bunch of glass, like an absolute freak .

bart sticks out a hand, wincing . ❝ so, wanna help me up ? ❞

[draggeddowntothedark]

Jules was starting to quite like Jump City. It was a bit strange, but as far as places he'd been, it was rather friendly. A bit too sunny, and there were all those strange hero types, but overall no one had given Jules much trouble. They hardly batted an eyelash at his top hat and ugly cat companion with spandex clad teenagers running about.

Tonight he'd been making himself comfortable in an abandoned warehouse when he heard something... and smelled something he truly had no idea what it could be. Some kind of chemical?

" 'ello? Is someone out there? It's a large building, I can stay out of your way."

@fxllenwilson

[chaosmultiverse-a]

for joey: ⚠️ - annoying hero. kind of a slut (semi-affectionate), mama's boy

"Okay I would say that annoying one is subjective but the other two? There is nothing to be ashamed of. Yes I enjoy sex and enjoy having it with variety of people and I love my mother a lot, flaws and all. There is nothing wrong with either, I hope you are not feeling ashamed for such things."