#Youngest

[lies-of-fox]

Profiles of the Lies of P ladies

Regular women:

Stalkers:

Enemies:

I tried my best to gather them all, and edit those ones who cannot be found in the gallery. If I missed someone, please don't hesitate to tell me. I'd like a nice collection of them :)

[feralboo-the-weirdo]

Being the youngest sucks.

Being the youngest is always being lonely

It's always being too young

Always the odd one out, the late one.

The last to leave, the last to graduate

The child the parents give up parenting on because they're tired

It's feeling guilty you're the youngest even though you couldn't chose your birth order.

It's the guilt that you were treated "better"

You got "more."

It's being the baby of the family and feeling suffocated in the wants your parents have for you. It's feeling like you can never leave your parents.

It's growing up too fast because you don't want to be left behind

It's hiding away your emotions because you realize no one really cares

It's trying to be the sunshine child

it's trying to be the child the parents have to do the least for.

it's watching your siblings get punished and wondering when you're next

it's feeling immensely terrified of confrontation because you're never allowed to win.

It's being left with your siblings because your parents gave up on you and being raised by them.

It's listening to your siblings emotions and feeling terrible because you can't do anything to help them.

it's feeling to young

it's feeling like you deserve to be punished for existing.

It's feeling like you're the last straw that broke your parents. That if they just hadn't had you they'd still have money.

It's feeling like you have to be there for your parents because all the rest of your siblings leave. It's feeling like a third parent.

it's watching everyone around you grow old but you're still young.

it's feeling so old but you're still young.

it's being told you're selfish when you're literally a child.

it's being told to grow up when you're a child.

It's feeling like you can't have mental illnesses because you watch the strain it puts on your parents with your siblings. It's watching your family suffer but not knowing how to help and not being able to.

It's constantly eavesdropping on accident out of habit because no one explains what's going on.

It's trying to monitor the situation so no one gets hurt.

it's feeling incredibly uncomfortable talking about emotions because you weren't allowed to as a child because they weren't "important" enough because your oldest siblings just told you "at least you're not an adult" or "it's so much easier at that age."

It's feeling like an only child after everyone moves out.

It's feeling disconnected from your older siblings, like you never had a relationship with them.

it's feeling like a burden on your parents because you're the last one.

You carry so many secrets. You know so many secrets. You don't know what to do with those secrets.

Being the youngest is not carefree. In a way, the youngest caries almost as much as the oldest.

I don't know the experience of many other youngest siblings but mine was not the carefree experience my older siblings tried to make it out to be. But I'm starting to realize my childhood wasn't exactly normal so that probably doesn't help. I don't know that most youngest siblings aren't supposed to feel like a third parent to most of their siblings at like fifteen.

Please don't hate on this post, I'm not trying to hate on eldest and middle siblings, I just want to caution you to remember that your younger sibling is going to grow up and remember the things you said to them. It's not their fault they're the youngest.

Feel free to add to this post.

[whumpsoda]

May I suggest a whumper who puts spells on his whumpee’s or hypnotizes them or smth to believe that they’re all a happy traditional family. Whumpee’s all think this is completely normal—even the family dog which used to be whumper’s most resistant captive.

Sorry this took so long… I just had to do this prompt, it’s too good! I hope I did it justice :3

cw: brainwashing, pet whump, multiple whumpees, lady whumpee, captivity

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Villain loved his family. 

Some would never believe him, most prominent due to the means of which he sourced said family, but really, he did love them. Cared for them, even.

“Movie! Movie! Movie!” Youngest squealed, just like the child he believed himself to be, swinging his feet excitedly on the couch. Adorned in his favorite pajamas, bright pink and far too small, he waited for the rest of his family to join him in the living room. One hand was wrapped around a gigantic bowl of delicious smelling and steaming popcorn, the other ruffling through the grease coated hair of his pet.

Hero, with his chin placed atop his former partner’s lap, held a dopey smile and glassy eyes as his scalp was softly scritched at. He shivered with delight, nearly drooling over the blissful touch and smell of food he wasn’t allowed to eat. Villain couldn’t help but wish he had a camera ready to capture such a mind bogglingly satisfying image.

“Watch out!” Medic- or, the former medic, now Villain’s partner- exclaimed, a sweet grin strung across her lips. “Puppy over there is waiting for you to drop something!”

Youngest only chuckled, cheerfully ruffling Hero’s hair. Gleefully, Hero giggled, leaning into the pleasant touch. “Come on, come on! I wanna start the TV!”

“Okay, okay!” Villain yelled back, smiling from ear to ear, watching as Youngest and Hero’s faces both lit up upon seeing their former enemy enter the room. Hero eagerly crawled over to meet him, nuzzling and stroking his face over the fabric of the other man’s pant leg.

Almost, Villain wanted to laugh. His plans and wishes had come perfectly true. His toughest foe and captive, reduced to that of a mere dog. Yearning only for cuddles and treats, too stupid to understand the world around him. No more fight, no more irritating quips, no more screaming, no more Hero. 

The thought made Villain positively giddy. 

Villain searched into his back pocket, holding out and dangling a bone shaped dog treat between two fingers. Hero brightened, sitting up sloppily. “Paw.” Villain instructed, shaking Hero by the hand and dropping the reward between the man’s teeth, right onto his panting tongue. “Good boy!”

“Dad, come on! Come on! Mom!” Youngest called, kicking his feet still, but now in impatient anticipation. 

“I told you, I’m coming!” Medic entered, hair put up into a lazy bun with a plush robe tied around her waist. “I was just grabbing a drink, baby.” She placed a quick peck to the lanky man’s forehead, before adjusting the vibrantly pink clips scattered about his hair.

Youngest’s face flushed, giggling. “Dad, c’mere!”

“Come on, puppy.” Gifting Hero a few pats to the head, Villain gestured him along to the couch before plopping down beside his partner. He hooked his arm around Medic, pushing her head to sit upon his shoulder.

Sometimes, he secretly wished she’d give him little kisses just as she did Youngest. He’d never felt such tender contact before, and most likely never would.

Following example, Hero hopped onto a cushion beside youngest, getting prepared to curl up beside the man in his eyes he deemed as a young child before Medic pointed to him with disapproval. “No.” She scolded. “No dogs on the furniture.”

With a frown he climbed back down on all fours, disappointedly furling into a ball at their feet. Villain watched in satisfaction, bending down a moment later to pat the whining man’s head. 

All the while Youngest fiddled with the remote, just until he managed to get the television turned on. A moment later the screen switched to life, instantly the sounds of a newscast filling the group’s ears.

No.

“Hey,” Villain started, reaching around to take the remote for himself.

He couldn’t let them see anything they weren’t supposed to. Anything that could pull them from their brainwashing, even by the slightest bit. Youngest wrenched it away, barely taking notice, instead captivated by something dancing upon the screen.

The criminal’s heart skipped a beat. That something, just so happened to be himself.

Videos, pictures, recordings, even, of the three’s heroics blared across the screen, regular civilians that worshipped the group pleading for the team back. Other heros as well, begging for their friends and comrades to be found.

Villain clamored for the remote desperately, chest beating with a spark of adrenaline. All three of the other family members were fixed on the TV, brows furrowed as their minds twisted blank, refusing and yet fighting to digest what they were watching.

“Youngest! Give me the remote!” Villain shouted, the other man still refusing to give it up with an iron grip.

Oh, no, no, no, no-

“That’s…” Youngest mumbled, brain gradually working to achieve comprehension.

Medic’s expression was twisted in befuddlement alongside him, frozen rigid in place. “I don’t… understand…”

Please, no-

“Nngh…!” Hero whimpered, shrinking back with fearful puzzlement.

Villain couldn’t fail. Not then, and not ever. He couldn’t let them break free from their conditioning, couldn't allow them to remember, and most of all couldn’t afford to lose them. He’d never had such a loving, happy family, let alone a group of people he cherished so shockingly dearly, and he wouldn’t let his hard work go to waste so easily.

Finally, some button was switched that successfully flicked the screen, turning it to whatever else was showing at the moment. Still shaking, Villain sighed in relief as the other three blinked out from their trance, minds easing and carefully returning with his control still strict in place.

Medic sputtered in confusion. “What… um, sorry…” she mumbled, turning to her partner for an answer. He couldn’t let her know. He couldn’t let her realize, or she would hate him again-

“Momma, my head hurts.” Youngest whined, gripping the sides of his head and dropping into her lap. He scrunched the muscles of his face in an attempt to clear his head.

Still in that of a hazy daze, Medic’s vision still unfocused glazed over, she stumbled over her words. “Mine, um, mine.. too…”

Hero rubbed against her leg in dreaded distress, croaking whimpers scratching from his throat. He clawed the walls of his mind, shoving himself back down in favor of the brainwashing.

“Everything’s alright! Let’s just watch the movie, okay?” Villain brushed them off, trembling, quickly setting up the program correctly this time as the rest of his companions were plagued by bitter affliction. Anything to distract them.

Everything was alright. Everything was fine. He’d caught it just in time, and they weren’t going to remember. They weren’t going to leave him, because he wouldn’t let them.

Not like everybody else. This was different. Villain loved his family, and they loved him.

Didn’t they?

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General taglist- @softvampirewhump

[yemmuisworld]

youngest daughter (emotionally neglected and pressured to be outgoing and confident)

[whumperofworlds]

Whumper kidnaps Whumpee and creates an exact clone of them to send to the team to fool them and to figure out where their headquarters is.

The clone acts and looks exactly like Whumpee, except that they don't have their quirks. No one noticed this... except for Youngest.

Whumpee usually gives them a secret handshake to Youngest, but this clone didn't do it when Youngest asked them to do it. Youngest chalked it up as them being stressed... until it was nighttime.

Usually Whumpee kisses them a goodnight forehead kiss, but they didn't. Or that they look through some of their favorite books to read tonight but Whumpee chose one that neither of them liked. Maybe Whumpee didn't even say goodnight to Youngest.

That tipped off Youngest that this is NOT Whumpee, and Youngest secretly tells the team that Whumpee was acting strange, and that they suspect that it wasn't them, but no one believed them.

Meanwhile, Whumper forces the real Whumpee to watch as their clone acts around the team, and Whumpee's heart sank. Would their team figure out that the clone was a fake in time?

[tildeathiwillwrite]

June of Doom Day 10

"Can you hear me?" / Fear / Smoke / Phone Call

Prompts List | Event Masterpost

Hero x Villain Masterpost | <- Previous Part | Next Part ->

Fandom: Original Work

Words: 700

Tag List: @juneofdoom @fourwingedsnake @whumperofworlds @pigeonwhumps @mr-orion

@scaewolf @doctorsawyer @pinkrangerv

CW: fire, collapsing building, fatigue, magic exhaustion (in the superpowers sense), burns, dizziness, fear, adrenaline, cryokinesis, trapped, crying, guilt, resignation

A/N: Buckle up my darlings shit's about to get intense.

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The smoke was heavy in the air.

Although Youngest’s mask covered the lower half of their face, it did little to protect their lungs. They coughed, eyes watering as they dashed through the burning apartment, using their powers of cryokinesis to smother any flames they came across.

“Help! Help!” The muffled shouting came from nearby. 

Youngest stopped in their tracks and turned a full circle in the hallway. “Where are you?!”

“Here!”

Two doors down. Youngest sprinted to the door and tapped the door handle, hissing through their teeth in pain as they touched the hot metal. They blasted the door with ice, ice that immediately melted into a puddle and evaporated. They cursed and tested the handle again. Still too hot, but that didn’t matter anymore.

They cried out as pain flooded their hand, their skin sizzling from the heat. They shoved the door open, encasing their injured hand with ice as soon as they let go of the metal. The flames on the other side crackled and surged forward, hungry to consume them.

Youngest jumped back, throwing up a wall of ice against the fire and shoving the wall forward, choking the flames even as the ice melted into water. “I’m here!” They shouted, even as the first wave of exhaustion caused them to stagger, uninjured hand going to their head as the hallway spun beneath their feet.

Three people appeared through the door, and Youngest waved them towards the stairs. “Is anyone else in the building?”

Faint typing sounds. “No,” Techie said in their ear, “everyone is accounted for!”

“Alright Youngest,” Leader said, “get out of there, now!”

“Copy!” Youngest turned and sprinted down the hallway towards the stairs, the people they’d rescued long gone. The building wasn’t tall, thankfully, and they were only on the third floor, but the dash down the stairs felt like an eternity. A shiver ran down their spine as they ran as if the fire had caught up and lapped at their heels, eager to taste their flesh.

Above them, the building rumbled. Youngest’s heartbeat pounded in their ears as they tried to speed up, reaching the bottom of the stairs and dashing out into the lobby.

The exit was right there.

Within arms’ reach.

But running was never Youngest’s strong suit.

As the ceiling caved in above them, Youngest reacted by instinct and formed a dome around themself in a weak attempt to shelter from the falling debris. Adrenaline coursed through their veins as they poured all their energy into the small dome, even as wood, metal, and stone rained around them.

As the noise of the building collapsing drowned out all other sounds.

As their shelter was completely buried.

As fear curled in their stomach while their energy slowly drained away.

As darkness engulfed them.

As they became increasingly aware that they couldn’t keep it up for much longer.

As they realized that the air might run out before help arrived.

If help arrived at all.

Youngest slumped, head spinning, and stopped reinforcing the dome. “...Techie?” They asked softly, vaguely aware of their burned hand beginning to throb. “Techie, can you hear me?”

No response. Not even the clacking sound of their fingers on the keyboard.

“Leader?”

Nothing.

“Sound Gun?”

Nothing.

“Shapeshifter?”

Nothing.

“...anyone?”

Youngest’s eyes burned from unshed tears.

They don’t care about you.

Hero’s words from that night seemed to echo through the dome.

They’ll abandon you if they thought it was for the good of the city.

I’m sorry, Youngest.

They’d thought they were lying, they’d pushed Hero away. At the time, it’d seemed like the right decision. Youngest hated to even consider it, but they’d begun to believe Hero’s words, as unlikely as they had seemed. Teleporter spending a lot of time in the lower levels before their death. Shapeshifter’s, Pyrokinetic’s, and even Sound Gun’s harsh treatment of villains and criminals. When they’d caught Leader in a lie.

How there’d never been a search for Hero’s body.

If Hero was right….

No one was coming.

They would die here.

Alone.

Youngest closed their eyes and pulled off their mask, the tears finally streaming down their face. Perhaps if they’d listened to Hero, had gone with them that night….

It was too late to indulge in what-ifs.

Far too late for that.

[picklesthedrummer420]

Pickle! I'm founds this kitty cats that looks like yous!

That does naht look like me, toki. I do like the cat though.

[aidanisking]

Daddy Cale and His Babies

[roadtrippinlilly]

The Young Make Their Appearance

Source Me laf@ilyF ❤️

[addieredgrave]

They told me what to do.

What to think.

How to act.

Who I should be.

There was no shaping, only cutting.

If they saw, what they did not like, they removed it.

Told me it was malignant, and who I was to argue? I couldn’t remember what they were talking about.

There was no room for sadness or anger, not for mine anyway.

If I cried I was dramatic, if I was angry I was selfish, if I didn’t ensure their feelings I was the victim.

Loneliness had become the earth and I the sun.

At first it screeched and scratched but as time went on, it started to smooth. Until being alone, was a soft harmony that soothed and kissed my skin.

They talk and my eyes burn, their belated audacity scorching the lack of child within.

As if all the damage they did were only shallow scratches and not the ever expanding trench that I harbour within.

They ask of me, eyes imploring, but they never asked her, even when she begged of them to listen.

She’s the one I only ever feel, she’s the one withering away.

My judgement lies within the past and no present or future can change their verdict. I fear they lost that cause too long ago.

A monster was made, and she cannot be undone.

…

She looks within the mirror, large eyes look back. She wonders if that’s all that she owns.

[fundiepredictions]

Stats (part one)

Oldest people, no one died, so nothing has changed

Steve Maxwell (73)

Suzette Keller (69)

Teri Maxwell (69)

Loren Wissmann (67)

Gloria Wissmann (66)

Mike Keller (64)

Gil Bates (59)

JimBob Duggar (59)

Michelle Duggar (58)

Kelly Bates (57)

Youngest people, with these people this changes all the time

Graham Bates (2 weeks)

Harvey Clark (3 weeks)

Amelia Helferich (~2 months)

William Bates (3 months)

Desiree Waller (3 months)

Naomi Keller (3 months)

Weston Smith (4 months)

Baby Bontrager-Leppert (~5 months)

Edelweiss Keller (5 months)

Baby Bontrager-Bowers (~6 months)

17 baby's under one for these families

[lili-loves-whump]

the prompt of writing

"the coldest character is assigned to kill the secret love interest"

the more derp-ressing the better

angst. No, I shouldn’t. Angst.

lili-loves-whump presents:

Cold Blooded Killers

Hero was unsure what to do. They sighed, and ran a hand through their hair quickly. No-one should have to deal with this, they thought, no-one.

"What are you going to do, little Hero?" Supervillain taunted, flicking their hair out of their eyes. They glimmered in the harsh white lights of the room. Hero shuddered at the dead evil underneath their surface.

"Hero!" Sidekick cried. The chains clinked, and they hissed out a breath as they thrusted their body weight forward. Supervillain smirked; the restraints didn't budge. "Get out of here!"

"Shut up, Sidekick," Comic Relief snapped, "They aren't going to leave us- they're literally our FUCKING LEADER!"

Hero flinched as Comic Relief screamed, thrashing under their bounds. They opened their mouth to say something- anything- but no sound came out. Hero's throat ached as if they'd just recited a novel, and their head whipped back and forth, scrambling to decide what to do.

Their heart was pumping, blood racing. Their Villain was tied to a chair, slumped over at an unnatural angle, barely breathing. Their team was thrashing, cursing, crying, anything to appeal to the criminal overlord and get out of the wretched lair. It was too loud, and horrendous, and bright, and Hero raked their fingernails up and down the arms of their supersuit, trying to drown out the noise so they could just think-

"Hero."

Youngest was limp in their chains, lips chapped and crisp from the cool air. They licked their own anxiously. They had a flimsy smile pasted on their face, and sweat dripping down their chin and onto the concrete floor.

"It's okay."

Hero pursed their lips, shaking their head slowly. "I can't leave you," they croaked.

Youngest's eye blew wide, and a shocked silence settled over the room. Hero swallowed. That hurt. How do people speak all the time?

"Hero spoke," Medic muttered, "after years of being selectively mute, they finally said something. Incredible."

Hero flushed, wiggling their fingers by their sides, trying to calm the flurry of embarrasement. They smiled slowly, focused in on Medic's nose and shrugged as effortlessly as they could.

"Touching," Supervillain drawled, before grabbing their hair. Hero nearly cried out, instead choosing to bit the inside of their cheeks. "Make. Your. Decision." they muttered, hot breath against Hero's ear, "who are you killing in cold blood?"

They closed their eyes. Villain would forgive them, their team would not. They had a life outside of work with Villain. Their team were barely friendly half the time, not even understanding how difficult dealing with their autism was. Only Medic actually knew what it was in depth the first time they mentioned it. Until Youngest, and their little sister Casey.

So, with shaking fingers, Hero pointed at Youngest. Superhero hummed fake agreement, before letting go of their hair and starting towards Villain.

Hero didn't know what they were doing, only that suddenly they were clutching a limp body and had white hot pain slamming into their gut.

[feralboo-the-weirdo]

I want to go feral. Scream until my voice goes hoarse. I didn't want a family like this. I want to be angry. But I can't. Not safe. Not the time. Can't crack the eggshells. The Sunshine child wants to explode and finally let go of the outer shell. But they'll destroy their universe.

Maybe they've stopped caring.

[biscuitsandbisquets]

The youngest daughter is spoiled.

They are free from the burden and weights.

The youngest daughter is confused and torn;

A child once loved now a dissapointment

Held up high but compared to those that have come before her.

The youngest daughter is spoiled.

She didn’t experience the pain of her elders

She’s spoiled in that she receives her own new pain

Envied and criticized by her predecessors

Because the youngest daughter is spoiled.

[whumperofworlds]

The team being taken captive, and the Youngest is separated from the rest. Whumper claims that "they're special" and they will be given the honor to being in Whumper's own room, tied to a pillar for Whumper to torture and have fun with.

[postcard-from-the-past]

King Aleksandar I Karađorđević of Yugoslavia with his youngest son, Prince Andrew of Yugoslavia

Serbian vintage postcard